One house-cleaning item to clear up before we move on to our first full Disney day. I did eventually get a call from DisneyFed, the DIS Dad I was supposed to meet on the way down. Turns out he had a day off and took his son to the beach instead, and forgot all about meeting me.
A day at the beach with your young’en over a DisMeet? Oh wait…
I’d have done that as well.
Carry on.
We awoke to learn we’d had a visitor during the night.
Magical, Terrestrial or “aromatic”?
Sarah had lost a tooth in the evening, so we had her wrap it in tissue and place it under her pillow.
Question answered…
Magical!
Sarah got a nice note from Tinkerbell! Turns out the Tooth Fairy asked Tink to do the honors since we were at Disney, and Sarah ended up with a Disney pin that she had been eyeing up in the gift shop the previous evening. Not too shabby!
Not too shabby at all. That was mighty nice work on Tink’s part there
(and of her minions as well)
Side note: Sarah lost another one after our trip, got a measly dollar from the regular Tooth Fairy, and said it seemed a little lame.
So the moral of this story is: if you’re going to lose a tooth, do it at Disney World, because the regular Tooth Fairy sucks.
No, the moral of the story is that if you going to do anything…
literally anything under the sun…
you ought to do it a Disney.
The morning dawned anew over the savannah. Doesn’t that sound adventurous?
I’ve always wanted to write a sentence like that to describe our travels.
Wait a minute… I thought you said that we wouldn’t be finding any of that there highbrow literature type stuff in this here TR, and now you go and start sticking stuff like that in here?
I mean, it beats writing the usual stuff like, “We had Pop-Tarts and crappy coffee for breakfast.”
Escapism trumps reality most of the time.
We looked for animals from the balcony, but couldn’t see any.
Hummmmmmm...
For breakfast, we had Pop-Tarts with crappy Disney coffee.
I thought you weren’t going to talk about that particular reality?
But that’s ok. We didn’t care so much about a flavorful meal as we did about speed.
And the need there of…
For the first time, we drove our own van to the park instead of taking Disney transportation. And I have to say, this spoiled us rotten.
I’ve about convinced myself that this is the way to go. Unless…
You’re interested in riding the boats or monorails specifically.
I guess you can take the Disney nuts out of the park, but you can’t take the parks out of the Disney nuts.
I’m pretty sure that I read something similar to that in a physics textbook somewhere.
The line at rope drop wasn’t terrible.
Hummmmmm…
Naaa, that’s probably true
And then, against their better judgment, they allowed my family into Epcot!
That may come under the heading of: “egregious error”
We did the march along with everybody else to get FastPasses for Soarin’. This is one of Sarah’s top 3 favorite rides, so we had to make sure we got on that one.
Everyone in our house would agree with this as well
Julie doesn’t care for motion simulators, so she opted to sit this one out in MouseGears while I took the kids.
This also sound strangely familiar…
We chose the Green (Sane) Team instead of the Orange (Vomit-inducing) Team.
I’ve never done the green side. But I understand the vomit is still a distinct possibility on the green side as well, you just don’t get the G-forces.
The wait wasn’t long at all.
Surprising for July…
Hummmmmmm…
Scotty had me worried—he was quiet. Scotty is never quiet. You’d normally have a better chance of silencing Dick Vitale.
Whoa…. quite the image there.
Dave was the Pilot and I was the Navigator.
Maybe… Maybe not…
Whenever we do Mission: Space, I like to give the Pilot grief for flying us into a meteor shower. Unfortunately, the kids have now figured out what Navigator means and successfully threw the blame back on me.
It was time for Soarin’ again, so we walked back across Future World. But not before a stop in Club Cool! We needed some Beverly photos.
As Barry has pointed out before, “Beverly” is Italian for “Battery Acid”.
That’s actually being rather kind.
Unfortunately, the kids were wise to me this time. I pushed, I pleaded, I cajoled, but I could not get anyone to try the Beverly again.
They can be taught!
I thought about trying to beat the DIS Dads Beverly consumption record, but after one taste I decided it wasn’t worth it.
I thought about saying that you could be taught as well, but you knew better and still took that first sip.
In our house, one of us would have been quick to point out that you’d just violated Rule-13.
Which means that now we all get to laugh at you.
The kids preferred to stick with Mezzo Mix, our vote for the best drink there (a German soda that’s like Coke with orange juice in it).
Not bad… though I’m partial to the Mozambique Ginger Ale myself.
We did, however, convince a family next to us to try the Beverly. So all was not lost.
“Ain’t I a Stinker”
So, Sarah and I were left as the only cool peop—uh, only people in the family who would ride Soarin’ again.
Good catch…
You don’t want to promote any “disharmony aboard this ship”
We tried to brighten someone’s day by giving away the rest of our Soarin’ FastPasses, but every time we tried to get someone’s attention to give them away, they looked at us like we were growing tentacles and steered clear.
Nooooooooooooooo!!!!
(and had you thought to have “lobsters crawling out of our ears” we’d have had a reference to one of my favorite films… maybe next time)
…and had an awesome time. Except we had the same pilot again!
What are the odds?
Tells me that one of y’all must have been piloting the first time.
We rounded up Julie and the boys and started walking. Journey Into Imagination had a 5-minute wait, which was obviously far too long to stand in line, so we skipped that one.
Hummmmmmmm…
But as everyone knows, before you go to France, you have to travel to Canada first, eh?
And England…
(unless you know of a secret passage that I’m unaware of)
And take Stupid Hat Pictures©.
Goes with out sayin’ now don’t it?
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My workday could be best described as horrific…
So needless to say I missed where this update got put up.
As such, I suspect that there are no quotes left unaccounted for, but I’m going to list the ones I found anyway. Feel free to ignore em’.
Our mission, and we chose to accept it
A reference to Mission Impossible
(The series and the films)
while we boldly go where no one has gone before
A reference to Star Trek
(The series and the films)
set for pulsar level five, subsonic implosion factor two
Men in Black
Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the earth’s gravitational pull?
Back to the Future
Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don’t do that again.
The Terminator
Game over, man! Game over!
Aliens
(or Family Guy, but even there the reference is back to the film)
I’m sure I missed one somewhere…
But now I may finally have time to go back and read everyone else responses.
We got quite a few compliments on them. (And I take orders if you'd like to purchase some before your next trip!) 
If you ever have had Orangina it's it's simalar to that. I know that Woodman's grocery stores carry this and also Trader Joe's too. Here's a picture of it. 
I think the differance is the orange soda in Europe taste so much different that our orange Fanta here. The orange soda in Europe is less sweet than ours... more like natural orange juice but with carbonation. YUM.....
It helped me kick my diet Coke addiction.
