Installment number ten million and one: were STILL at Epcot?
Let me preface this post by telling you that I am desperate for some kind adult beverage right now. I had a really stinky day at work
..it was so bad, that I came straight home and skipped the gym. Usually the gym helps me work out my frustration, but today I decided I needed crackers and cheese instead. And because I am not on vacation, I could not bring myself to have a pomegranate martini at 3 pm.
Why, you ask?
Because, dear reader, I have THINGS to do. And if I start drinking now, Im not stopping til bedtime. I think I should wait until tomorrow to go on a bender, when I dont have to get up the next morning an hour before the sun comes up.
So, instead I had my cheese and crackers with a little juice spritzer. Here is my recipe:
Pour ½ - ¾ a glass of 100% fruit juice, preferably Juicy Juice in kiwi strawberry.
Fill the glass the rest of the way with sparkling water.
Garnish, if you desire.
Ahhhh. I feel more relaxed already.
So where were we this time? Oh, right. Back from the tea store. Well, Sarah and I had only been back for a few minutes when our buzzer buzzed. Squealing with delight, I paraded to the booth, buzzer in outstretched hand as if to announce to the world that we were in the ADR club. Sometimes you just have to flaunt these things.
The inside of the Rose and Crown is lovely! It should not surprise you to know that while I lived in Scotland I spent a fair amount of time in pubs. There was something warm and cozy about the local pub. I dont know if it was the dim lighting, or the dark walls, or the ridiculous amount of dark wood furnishings, but no matter how cold it was outside I always felt wonderfully comfortable. Going to the local pub was like wrapping yourself in a fuzzy blanket. Except it was an alcoholic blanket. And you drank it instead.
The inside of the Rose and Crown made me feel the same way. I dont know if it was the buzz from the ADR, or the fact that it had been a drizzly day, but something about the place felt like home.
Unlike a British pub, however, they serve some vegetarian cuisine! Being a vegetarian in Scotland is kind of like being a redneck in Italy. People dont trust you, and they think youre confused. No, love, pork is good! Try some!
Well, I really dont remember what anyone had for dinner, but since this isnt a dining review I hope you can forgive me. I do know that everything we had was like comfort food. I had some kind of a lentil pie, and though it may sound about as appetizing as some cardboard dipped in mud, it was incredibly flavorful and warm and fantastic.
Initially, our plan had been to have dinner and then watch the fireworks. However, Lionel had been fighting a cold for the better part of the week and the medicine started wearing off during dinner. He started out sitting straight up in the booth, talking excitedly about the show. As the night wore on, he started to sag. When we watch the fireworks was replaced with no, I can make it
..Ill be ok
..*sniiiiifffffff* *hack* *hack* *cough* *loud dramatic blowing of nose*
I dont want to disappoint everyone *sniff* *sniff*
And then, he fell over.
He perked up a bit when dessert arrived. Here we are at our table, anxiously waiting for the moment when we could dig in. Take the picture already!
See what I mean about the dark wood?
More gratuitous dessert porn:
Again, memory fails regarding who had what
..I know I had the Baileys Trifle, and Lionel had some kind of cobbler, and Sarah got a special birthday treat. Everything was delicious. And by the end of the meal, Lionel had almost accepted the fact that no one would be mad at him if we bailed out before Illuminations. We knew Sarah would be back for Food and Wine, and for the cruise, so we figure well catch it then. When no one is sick. Hopefully.
We drudged out to the car as Lionel claimed a few more times that we could turn back, he could PROBABLY make it
.but in truth, we were all pretty tired and no one was upset about getting home. Plus, I had to go to work the next day. A little extra sleep is never a bad thing on a work night.
At home, we curled up on the couches and watched TV until it was time for bed. It was a perfect enough end for us.
Next: the summary of the rest of the visit!
)...making Americans look worse than people already think we are. 
I have actually said to people, while in Disney and an attitude occurs to lighten up and remember that you are in the Happiest Place on Earth!! Of course, a little booze always keeps me from grumbling!!!
on one shoulder whispers in ear.... "Save it for the cruise...save it for the cruise..." 
walks across shoulder and knocks 
