That title is my "High School Musical" impersonation. Hope y'all got a kick out of that.
I wake up early on Day 3. I'm dragging my feet just a bit, so I decide caffeine is in order. I head over to The Gurgling Suitcase, at OKW, and find the answer to my sluggishness. A Diet Coke. Breakfast of Champions. So refreshing. So tasty. Perfection. Ahhhhh.
I'm no longer tired. I am giddy and excited and ready to tackle a day at Epcot.
Dh and I meet PJ at the entrance to Experimental Prototype Community Of Tomorrow. We are there early and decide to grab fastpasses for Soarin', It is already really crowded at Soarin'. It's going to be a hot, muggy, wall to wall people kind of day and only 1/2 of the hotT college chick duo is NOT going to complain about this.
(that would be me, btw)
We head to the Living Seas. Mr. T hops into his own clamshell. Hmmmmmm, something is bothering Mr. T. He's not his usual self. I will have to investigate that further. We stopped to peek at the annoying seagulls, before we head in and take this picture.
(look at that massive crowd.)
I was really excited to go see "Turtle Talk With Crush", but there was noone in line. Huh? Wassup with that? Peej and I approach a castmember who informs us that there is no show until 10 a.m. Does anyone know why this is? Why would they open the park and supposedly all of Future World, but not "Turtle Talk With Crush"? God forbid they open the World Showcase before 11 a.m. too. I guess that's another trick of the imagineers. As long as it makes sense in their creatively creative minds.
We leave, a little disappointed, and head to Imagination. Figment has always been a favorite of mine. I recall seeing him for the first time when I was just a lass. I purchased a stuffed Figment that very day. He's a cute little purple dragon, so I kinda like Imagination. We approach the attraction.....noone in line. Uh Oh. Guess what? Imagination is CLOSED!
No explanation, no sorry about your luck. Just a castmember standing outside saying "Imagination is closed. We do not know when it will reopen"
Strike Two, Epcot.
Mr. T has grown increaslingly quiet. I ask him "wassa matter?" He says "I'm fine." But not in a "I'm fine" kinda way. Hmmmmmmm. Babynurse is on the case.
Since Honey I Shrunk the Audience is just a hop, skip, and a jump away from the CLOSED Imagination, we opt to go there. Hopping, Skipping, and Jumping all the way. of course. There was a horrendously long wait of 5 minutes, and we almost opted for a fastpass. Who has that kind of time?
We sit on the floor while we wait, b/c even though we are able bodied, we sometimes don't feel the need to be that way. Nobody says anything to us about sitting on the floor. It's a normal thing to do. Why would you question your guests choice of seating arrangements? Isn't the customer always right? Or are we supposed to obey ALL the rules they have set in place for our safety and such? Party poopers.
We make fun of the pre show movie. This is now par for the course. Expose all the flaws and make snarky comments. Nothing too snarky though. We are pretty angelic human beings after all. I do note that the little boy with the frog that ruined the wedding photo, reminded me of my redhead. Not in the way he looks, but in the way he acts. Ribbet!
I kinda like the dog sneezing on us during Honey I Shrunk the Audience. It makes your stay much more magical after you have been pelted with dog snot. Wouldn't you agree?
We deposit our 3-D glasses into the appropriate receptacle, even though on a prior trip a small child MIGHT have stashed their glasses into the diaper bag, which was not discovered until we were all the way back in Japan.
Heh. Of course, we dropped what we were doing and marched all 4 small children right back to Honey I Shrunk The Audience and turned in the confiscated glasses. I mean, I am an ideal Disney guest. I would NEVER stuff the glasses way down deep into the diaper bag and silently hope that nobody saw me doing that and think that my life is so pathetic that the only souvenirs I'm getting for my kids are ten cent plastic HISTA 3D glasses. Nope, we pushed the two baby strollers, grabbed the two "bigger" kids by the hand and walked all the way back in the 100 degree September heat and returned those ten cent glasses. Don't think we didn't, cuz we, uhhhh did?
Back to Day 3, Mr. T is looking a little more strangely. I've decided he must be experiencing pain. He has his stoic, cowboy look on his face.
Finally he admits that his back is bothering him. (Was that such a hard thing to do?) Chalk it up to one of the many things in Mr. T's youth...riding bulls, playing basketball, streetball, baseball, football, any kind of ball, but on occasion his back decides it will no longer cooperate with the rest of his body. Usually the babynurse pumps him full of medication and after a bit of rest, he is fine.
What's a babynurse to do? I pull out my stash of medicinal supplies, drug him up, and send him on his way. We shall reconvene at a later time. This leaves PJ and I to our own devices. Who knows what kind of mischief we might find?
Welcome!! Glad you are enjoying it, and since YOU asked so nicely (as opposed to some of these other people), I will add an installment right now.
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