Ok, enough of the high school creative writing assigment - let's crack a PBR Light and get back to the silliness! It's our last day in a park (we fly home tomorrow afternoon), and it's going to be cut short by the current bane of my existence: grads. I scowl whenver I say, type, or even think that word now. Why not have Disboards night? Show appreciation for those who are dumping cash into your revenue accounts like an army of enchanted brooms filling up a tub. Give US a night where we rule the park. Why not?
I know why, and it does make some business sense - they already have us hooked. I don't have to like it, though.
Oh well, one more thing to try to not think about as we strive to make this a great last day. This was our third day at the Magic Kingdom, but only our first to make rope drop. This park's opening absolutely kills me. If you recall from my earlier posts in this Trip Report, I get overly emotional at the beginning of things I love. Vikings games. Wiggles concerts. Iron Maiden concerts. Toy Story 3. Now consider that this is the opening of the iconic park of my favorite place in the entire world, the place Kristin and I refer to as "home", and you can imagine how bad I'm going to get.
We still have some time until Casey Jr. comes down the track, so let's grab a picture before we go in:
And why not squeeze some more water out of the Photo Pass cheese, while we're at it?
Hold on, it's just about time - positions, everyone! We don't stand in the middle of the area, but also don't join the sardine squash over by the entrances. We DO want to see the opening, afterall, and what difference does it make if we're the 1st or 200th person in the park? Those 199 in before us will probably walk slow, rush back to the Crystal Palace, or stop for photos anyway, so we can hang out here and enjoy ourselves.
The Mayor of Main Street comes out and the singing and dancing starts, and I'm tearing up already. Sunglasses are on, however, so I can preserve my tough-as-nails image

while losing myself inside. Oh no - here comes the train, so start the real waterworks. In the midst of my emotional breakdown, I manage to take a couple of pictures:
Ooh, White Rabbit! A character we've never met before! I've got a goal for today now
We're on the "run back to Dumbo before the masses realize what him 'em" plan today, and the line is relatively short when we get back there. Kristin split off on the way to get FPs for Peter Pan, then met us over at the line. We ride, and I get the picture that is the sole reason anyone rides this ride:
I guess it is sort of a landmark, though, and Emily loves it. I got an artiste shot before heading over to Winnie the Pooh.
Kristin is really hating the amount of refurbs being done in this park. I see it as a necessary evil, thinking more about how monumenal and Earth-shattering the end result will be, but do agree that this park is not it's usual magical self this year. Don't get me wrong, it's still wonderful, but it's like removing the bonus game from a Disney DVD. It's still great, but it's better with the extras. We rode Pooh twice due to the lack of a line (gotta love Fantasyland in the morning!), then Kristin hit the Mad Tea Party with the kids. I recorded them with the camcorder (which got a workout this vacation - almost 8 hours of video!), but managed a still in the process:
Short side story: we have a friend who came here once on a day trip with relatives with the sole objective of riding the tea cups. Yes, the tea cups. It was during peak season, too. I told Kristin to refuse to help her with any trip plans because it just felt dirty. "Don't get involved in this," I warned. Turns out, they waited two hours to ride and left with a very negative view of the Magic Kingdom and WDW as a whole. My response to Kristin was, "so the Teacup vacation wasn't that great? Really??" I guess they'll just have to settle for riding the teacups at every carnival on Earth from now on.
MTP down, we walked over to the gates of Toontown, where we would wait for our second rope drop of the day. There are Fairies and Princess on the other side, after all, and this may be our last chance to see this place before the heavy machinery rolls in.