Harry Potter World 1.2: Disney is not JUST for children

It is 12:02 and I am not in bed.  Why?  Because I went to Disney World today.  And we just got home.

Right now, I'm a little grumpy.  As I write and relive the moments today, I'm hoping my grumpy pants will come off and I will enjoy my recap.  I must say, there is one reason behind my grumpiness:

Children

You know, we chose this time to go because we evaluated the following: kids will be in school while we are here.  And they were.  There were several, several Europeans, and 8 times out of 10, we were in line with several of them at a time.  But they were fine.  They were enjoyable.  And they were entertaining, because they dressed extremely impractical.  I wish I could have known what they thought of "it's a small world" because I think it plays into every stereotype possible.

BUT, whereas there were absolutely no children elementary age, there was a mass of children about 4 and under.  I mean, I get it.  It's Disney World.  It's [supposedly] made for children.  But I don't know why on earth you would bring children that young to Disney World.  For the "memories?"  I went when I was four.  Do you know how much I remember?  Nothing.  Literally NOTHING.  I cannot tell you a thing other than something about Micky waffles, crying about not going on the Tower of Terror and something about giant maracas.  And we sent some postcards.

So, as they squalled and were utterly miserable their parents trekked on with their beasts of a stroller.  And of course, the majority have that mindset of that I owe them something because their precious beast is tired and wants to see the show.  I watched the majority of The Magic, The Memories and You through a sea of children on their parents shoulders.

Basically, by the end of the night, after I watched a child throw up next to me in the trolley line, I looked a little like this:

[Actually, that child throwing up was sort of a highlight, but before that, I looked like this.]

Highlights:
1.  Free food at my breakfast and stealing bananas and bagels and eating them for lunch.  My college student ways are bleeding through.
2.  Riding "it's a small world."  I know it's ridiculous, but it's literally my favourite ride.  I threw a penny in at the France section.  Represent, mes amis.
3.  Going on Splash Mountain for the first time, having a fit, the entire time and then finding out that it's like, the easiest thing ever.
4.  Space Mountain.  Enough said.
5.  Tomorrowland in general.  It was my absolute favourite.  I mean, I liked Fantasyland for what it was, for representing classic Disney movies.  But Tomorrowland was like living in the world of Meet the Robinsons.  I adored it.  LOVE.  What I liked about it was that it was like, what the future was supposed to be, and it's so close, but not yet.

6.  CAROUSEL OF PROGRESS

I want to talk more about everything, but right now, I am so tired, and 7 o'clock in looming ever closer.  Perhaps I'll blog tomorrow.

-Me

Harry Potter World 1.1: Palm Trees

Kelly's currently writing in her "travel journal" about our lovely trip, so I thought I would do the same - except my dear blog audience is going to SEE ALL.  I have to be quick and dirty because we have a date in the Magic Kingdom tomorrow, so this may not be as, proof read as usual.  Did I mention we're wearing our matching Tinkerbell Pajamas?  Well, now I am.

So today I woke up.  And I thought, "this is the beginning of the best week of my life."  I have prepared ridiculously.  I cut my hair!  I bought shorts!  I have toiletries!  I shaved my legs this morning.  And then I put on a dress.  It was red with dots.  Then I drove.  Then I bought gas - apparently cars need that.  I arrived at Kelly's house.  I pet Minerva.  We got in the car. 7:30: we embarked.

We bought biscuits.  They were too hard.  We drove.  For several hours.  We stopped at Subway and bought gas.  It has lots of security precautions.  We drove some more.

When we arrived in Florida there was a palm tree at the entrance.  It made smile.  I was so happy.  There are a lot of palm trees in Florida.  I mean a lot of palm trees.  It was sunny and beautiful, and so flat.  I was amazed.  How can it be so flat?  The sky was such a funny colour.  It wasn't Carolina blue.  I never realized that was, special to Carolina or something.  I mean, I know it's in the name, but you know, I just thought they dedicated it to Carolina.  I didn't think it was like, limited to here...there...whatever, quit judging.

Important/Influential/Significant/Interesting things that happened:
1.  We counted 'ProLife' signs.  There were over 7 - but we started counting late.  Although I am ProLife, they were a tad bit creepy.  For example:

Creepy Baby Smiles are Creepy

2.  Chris called and him and Kelly successful bullied me via phone.  My life is so hard.  They have successfully kept up a bulling chain.  Kelly tells Chris all the dumb things I do, Chris texts her about how dumb I am, and they laugh at me.

3.  Our hotel room is BEAUTIFUL.  It's at the Hyatt Place and it is huge and lovely, with a massive TV, a couch, a kitchenette, a king size bed, and a soap/shampoo/conditioner dispenser.  It looks exactly like this:

Room fit for the Goddesses we are

4.  Our waiter looked like a cross between Daniel Bottoms and Josh Groban.  It was frighting.  I'm posting pictures so you can imagine what a cross between the two would look like and be equally frightened.

When all is said and done, Kelly plans to Tumblr our whole trip; complete with 5,000 of my - interesting - quotes.  Speaking of which, what do coconuts grow on?  I always thought it was palm trees, but with so many planted around here, this can't be.  A coconut tree?  Somehow, this doesn't sound right.

After an 8 hour trip, I'm very tired.  Did I mention our hotel is directly across from Universal, aka, home of Harry Potter world?  I saw a billboard.  I had a nerd fit.  As I sat in a pool chair, looking across at the albino black guy, the Universal parking garage and the sunset, I began to cry because I thought, J.K. Rowling, the one who birthed Harry Potter (Figuratively, because Lily Evans Potter birthed him.) has walked the same streets that I am going to walk.  As I took a very long bath, I prayed, "God, thank you, because I don't know if I've ever been happier."

-Me.