Called "Frontierland".
Again.
Tommy and I rode BTMRR.
And it was just as fun as before.
And before that.
And before THAT.
Again.
Then it was off to Splash Mountain.
Which was a little different this time.
B/c our picture was NOT washed away.
We purchased it for The General. As usual.
So she could see us dressed up in our Hallowe'en finery. Holding tight to our hats.
Faces totally obscurred.
Totally worth the $20.00.
Then it hit us.
The tiredness. The EXTREME tiredness. Our late arrival night was catching up with both of us. Quickly.
And so we wandered slowly back through Frontierland and out to the front of the castle.
I plunked my pirate booty down on a bench.
And checked out the WAY COOL Hallowe'en effects happening:
While Tommy made himself a friend:
He must have talked with the nice CM guy for at least 10 minutes straight.
The CM was truly pleasant. And appeared interested in everything Tommy was telling him.
And, obviously, he understood Canadian Littleboy Squeak. Language.
It was nice.
And YES... I said it twice.
It was THAT nice.
But, again, it may have been just "one of those days". Or nights. You know? The good ones. In life.
Because we made a few other friends right there. In front of the Castle. In the pump fake fog and gloom.
This other family wandered up and sat down beside us to drink in the evening. And its MAGIC.
A mom. A dad. And about four kids. All in a double stroller.
We started chatting and, immediately, hit it off.
We had nothing in common.
We weren't from where they were.
They weren't from where we are.
They were nicely tanned, fit and attractive.
We were...well errrrr... happyhaunts.
They were 1/3 costumed out.
Our rides were fully pimped.
And, yet, we found many connections. As we talked.
We shared a love of Disney, family and humour.
And talked about Disney for a good 45 minutes. At least.
I guess nobody was in a rush to go anywhere.
Or else they were just as tired as we. Who knows?
I guess it was just one of those nights. Maybe.
Or else... it was the place. And time.
A place where people from all over the world are happy and willing to share their vacation stories. And themselves. Talking to people they may never meet again. Finding ease and warmth in the comfort of strangers.
It was a little magical.
And... I may have even hugged the mom as we split up and went our separate ways.
Or did I?
You decide.
And remember... I'm a freakin' PIRATE!!!!
Afterall.
Yep.
It was all an act so that I could steal her wallet. And rub her the wrong way.
Heh heh.
Of course I'M KIDDING!!!!
I only steal busses. From my three kids.
Of course I mean "kisses". The "busses" is just a quick way to grind ZZUB. About his spelling. But... it's also an old-fashioned term for "kisses".
Ask The General.
Of course I'd rather be run over by an actual BUS... then "bussed" on by my beloved despised mother. NOTheGeneral.
Ok... enough of this crap.
It's starting to drag on like the newest Pirates of The Caribbean movie. NOJDepp.
We said goodbye to our Disney friends. And headed back to Frontierland.
Like we have ANY control over THAT?!!!
To grab a good spot for the parade.
Our friends had mentioned that the perfect spot was just beside the wooden bridgey thing. In Liberty Square. So that you can get the full effect of the Headless Horseman's Ride. As the gigantic beautiful horse thunders over the wooden walk.
They were right.
It was FANTASTIC!!!!
And I didn't even try to take a picture. I wanted to drink it all in. Feel the sound of the horse in my chest.
And file that moment. Permanently. In my mind.
The parade was excellent.
This was particularily cool:
As was this:
And this:
Ok.
Maybe not the last one.
But Tommy liked the dancing Cowboy gals.
And, also, seeing his grandmother.
When the parade ended we headed back to Main Street for the fireworks.
Which were ALSO fantastic.
Probably the best show we'd seen YET... at Disney.
It blew us away.
And when it was over we I realized we were SO tired.
That we had to head out. Before Tommy actually fell asleep standing up.
Or had to carry Me(l).
We caught the monorail.
It was empty and quiet.
Then we caught the tram back to our parking spot.
I asked Tommy what his favourite part of the day had been.
He said, "I like the Monorail rides, Mommy!".
Per-FECT!
Coulda done THAT all day and saved a few bucks on a MK ticket and
MNSSHP wristband.
But... he also said... as our tram pulled to a stop, "Mommy. This is the BEST day of MY LIFE!!!".
I smiled.
B/c I totally believed him.
And, while we happyhaunts had some ups and downs. This particular day. It ended up being rather magical.
And, if it wasn't THE BEST day. Of my life.
It was certainly up there!
We walked through the empty lot to our rental car. Got in and belted up.
As I drove through the gates... heading for our new hotel called Old Key West... I glanced back at Tommy.
He was already slumped over. Sound asleep.
And I thought I could hear his heartbeat for a thousand miles...
He gives me love, love, love
Crazy love
Cheers, Mel.
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Not even if Tommy jumped into a giant VAT of Purell would this statement put me at ease! Blech! Think of all the different, exotic types of... ew! Nevermind!!!
