I'm changing my answer. This past weekend I went to Orlando to meet up with family so that we could enjoy some good quality time together.

Due to my cousin's health, they left a day later than what was planned. I, on the other hand, arrived on time-early Friday afternoon. By Saturday, I was itching to head over to WDW so I told myself that I would just resort hop and enjoy the rest of my day taking in new sights. Strolling through the Boardwalk, I finally found myself at EPCOT's international gate. Despite not wanting to waste a full day's admission on just a few hours, I couldn't help myself. Like a good little disney addict, before I knew it, I had approached the cast member and said "just one please"
My first reaction wasn't to run joyously to futureworld before it closed, instead I called my friend so that I could share my experience. I wanted sooo desperately to have my friend with me

. I sat down and watched Tony Orlando for a few minutes, only to take notice of all of the cute elderly couples swaying and singing. I decided to move forward...I"m sorry, I need to correct myself: the cm asked me to move so a family could all sit together (which I gladly did but it still made me feel like a bafoon.

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Moving along, I tip-toed through the ws and eventually got bored. Me = bored at my happy place

. Something wasn't right. I then did something that shall only ever be mentioned on the Disers Thread of Shameful Secrets. I left EPCOT and while I won't say what I was doing,

, let's just say that little wild hair bit me on my tail and I decided that I was headed over to the P&PP!

Not so fast....

as I was riding on the Disney Bu...I mean as I was leaving EPCOT

I finally resigned myself that while I can go to DTD by myself, I just didn't like not being able to share the magic with the people I love most.
Moral to my twisted saga: My new answer is "I'm there with ya Keneke."