Trippie in a pre-trippie installment take ten: the day we never got to ride Soarin.
As I might have previously mentioned, I had made dinner reservations at the Rose and Crown at Epcot where I have previously only ever had a pint and the cheese plate. Our reservations were for 6:30, so we figured we would take our time this morning getting to the park. We had a lazy morning, full of pancakes and more video games.
If I were president, that is how every house in America would start the day.
I should give a little background here
..Sarah, love her as we do, has never been impressed with Epcot. Its just not my favorite park, she says. We replied BLASPHEMY!!!! and demanded that she try it again. After all, they sell alcoholic slushies. How could you possibly go wrong?
Oh, and one more thing. Inspired by oybolshoi, I have selected a special drink to accompany me during my TR writing session. I will share it with you now:
Take two teaspoons of Scottish Blend loose leaf tea, preferably JUST delivered to your front door by the UPS man who you were starting to worry had gotten lost on the way to your house as the site declared your package had been in transit for nearly 12 hours, and drop it into a giant Stitch mug full of boiling water. Steep for 4-5 minutes, then strain and add one ice cube.
Ahhhh.
Seriously, it would have been OMaras. But then the man in brown made good on his promise. Sweet, sweet loose leaf tea. I adore you.
You still here?
Good.
Sarah agreed to give Epcot another try on one condition: that we ride Soarin as many times as they would let us on.
At home, over pancakes:
I wanna ride Soarin!
Pulling out of the driveway:
I wanna ride Soarin!
Walking through the gates:
I wanna ride Soarin!
Upon entering the park, we headed immediately for Soarin, promising that we would get a fastpass as our first order of business, and that we would also get in line if the wait was under an hour.
They were already out of fastpasses.
CURSES!
If youve never seen a Canadian cry, well, count yourself lucky. Sarah loves Soarin, but even she wont stand in line for 120 minutes. I was hoping a trip to the Living Seas to see the Monkfish might cheer her up, so we strolled over that way, heads hanging low.
I love the waiting area for the clam-mobiles, with all of its beachy goodness and underwater vibe. The line moved quickly, and we were very much enjoying the scenery as well as the air conditioning. Sarahs spirits seemed to be lifting.
If youve never ridden in a clam-mobile, its great. If youre under 6 feet tall. It was a tight fit for Lionel, but being the shorty of the household I was rather comfortable as we glided through the jellyfish, past Bruce, and finally to the aquarium where the images of the Nemo characters are projected in behind the glass. It is amazing!
Lionel and I in our sweet ride. He is waaaay scrunched:
If you look closely, you will see that I am wearing my new $7 Sarah Jessica Parker shirt....
Ive always loved the Living Seas. There are just so many cool things all in the same small area! Manatees, sea turtles, dolphins, and lots of really huge, really ugly looking fish giving you the hairy eyeball. Ive been stared down by them more than once, and they win every single time. I also love the Monkfish, and their freaky beard-like tentacles. Fun stuff!
We spent about an hour roaming around, and trying to elbow the children in Bruces mouth out of the way so that we could get a picture but no dice. Those are some tough kids in there.
Back out in the blinding sun and sweltering heat, we did the next best thing to riding Sorain we headed for the Margarita stand!
Up next: Mexican pavillion, why have we never visited you? Oh yeah, because youre kind of odd.