Because the girls had a 9am flight on Saturday morning, we decided to take it easy on Friday morning, pack, and then start our day. After getting things situated mid-morning, we drove to the Contemporary Resort for our brunch reservation.
We got to EPCOT just before the park opened, known as “rope drop” to WDW regulars. Here’s what the entry lines looked like on this relatively slow morning:
Late last night, I was unable to breathe through my nose – a sudden onset of the dreaded Disney Cold. It was truly sudden. Remember, I had been at CVS at 10pm getting birthday supplies, and was fine at that time, so hadn’t needed to buy cold medicine. 20 minutes later, back at the hotel, bam. Anyway, enough of my whining.
We had an early start today, due to our 8:45am reservation at Tusker House restaurant, which is deep into Animal Kingdom, the biggest park.
We were a bit later in arriving to Disney’s Hollywood Studios than we wanted to be, but it ended up not being terribly impactful. Being MLK day, this was by far the highest predicted crowd level of the week, and also our only planned visit to DHS. Already the smallest park, the construction projects for the forthcoming Toy Story and Star Wars lands has blocked off the entire rear of the park, packing even more people into even less space – with even fewer attractions.
We got a decent night’s sleep before waking up the offsprings, then packed them up for the drive up to Magic Kingdom. Before we left, Aly arranged all her Duffy bears for the day:
Dear Diary, I probably had too many Coronas last night. And I probably should have eaten something. I definitely should not have stayed out until three when I knew I had to drive to Orlando early this morning. Also probably I shouldn't have worn a sport coat and tie with shorts. But the company holiday party was so freaking awesome. I got many hugs, and had great times with company peeps. And their plus-ones. And some of their dogs. So despite feeing kind of shit after four hours sleep while starting the drive, I think I'd probably make the same bad choices again.
So I’ve been pretty quiet here lately. One post in seven months.
I don’t want to spend a whole post on introspective emo shit, so let’s just say that this hasn’t been the rosiest period.
There have, however, been plenty of things to celebrate and share in that time period, so I’m going to catch up on some of those instead.
My dad died yesterday.
What better to start off with than this adorable picture?