Day 2, January 22: Does anyone ever get a full 8 hrs of sleep the night before going to Magic Kingdom? I know I didn’t, even if I was dead tired the day before walking around Epcot. But somehow, the bubbles n butterflies of excitement in my tummy just wouldn’t quit, even if they were tired bubbles n butterflies.
I had spent some time the night before going over the game plan with my boyfriend. There were lil o’s, x’s, arrows, and highlighter marks all over the map from my Disney research n homework done weeks before we left. Heck, I don’t know who would have understood my chicken scratch after I was done with it, but it still made me feel oodles better, knowing I had some sorta game plan. With about 12 “must hit” areas, I knew I had to go into drill sergeant mode to finish them all.
The next morning, armed with my map that was marked up like a 2 year old’s coloring book, we headed towards the food court for some Mickey omelettes, 12.99 refillable cups in tow (quite the bargain, I’ll say). By the way, has anyone else ever tasted such GOOD non-sweetened iced tea elsewhere? I know there are many other great things about Disney, and singing praises about iced tea really is a waste of time, but my gawd. What great tea. Again, maybe I’m accustomed to having artificially sweetened iced tea mix, or maybe I’m used to paying almost 4$ for non-sweetened iced tea at Starbucks, but god, Disney has great cheap, strong tea-flavored iced tea.
NE ways, we arrived in the middle of the Cinderellabration, and I was all excited that the majority of the people would be occupied with the show and not crowding the lines at the rides. I would later catch the evening showing of Cinderellabration, but at the time, I was snickering like Mutsy (Yes, he is not a Disney character…so sue me) and scurrying off towards SM. All I had to do was turn around and say, “Suckaaaaaas”. :fork_off: But I didn’t. Anyways, I was already marching my boyfriend towards Tomorrowland, sticking my finger in his back like he was my hostage. In actuality, he really was, but minor details, right?
As we walked, nay, ran towards Tomorrowland, I spotted Stitch right in front of Stitch’s escape. I went from ruthless SM-rider to “ohmahgawd!! It’s Stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!!! Take my picture, take my picture!!!”. :laugh: So I joined the line and was a bit embarrassed that I was the only one past 30 inches there, but hey, it’s Stitch! After Stitch so graciously took a picture with a big baby like me, we hopped onto Stitch’s Great Escape.
It would be my first time on the ride since the change, and I was relieved to learn it would be much tamer than its predecessor, ExtraTERRORestrial. I remember just a couple years ago when I was on the ride, I screamed and yelled and shrieked my way through. Because my boyfriend’s ears were still recovering from Soarin’, he was relieved to hear it’d be much tamer. Basically, it’s the same premise, but instead of scary Sigourney Weaver-Alien-esque monsters, it’s cute lil Stitch doing narsty things like burping and hocking loogies. Though I was relieved and didn’t cover my eyes the way I did with the original ride, something was missing, and I didn’t seem to enjoy it as much. Mayhaps I’m masochistic? My vocal cords were looking forward to a workout that morning? I dunno. Just wasn’t as fun.
After the ride, I continued my mission towards Space Mountain. We were going to FastPass it, but the line was at 10 minutes. Yes, you heard it here first. 10 minutes. I believe my previous encounters at SM were 75, 90, and maybe 45 minutes each. But yes, it was 10 minutes. I did a double take. I did a “rub your eyes maybe it’s a mirage” deal. But it still said 10 minutes. I LOVE low-peak season! Love it, love it!
Unfortunately, my boyfriend was not celebrating. No sir. This man had some bad, bad memories of SM when he was on it almost two decades ago, and it was difficult persuading him that it’d be alright. “Look honey! That lil 8 year old just ran past us. Are you going to make us eat his dust? I’m not eating 8 year old dust!” “Honey, that 10 year old just got out, and she’s in one piece. We’ll be okay, honest! No upside downs, no deep drops…who’s my big brave boy?”
Finally, I had my way, and we got on the line. Did I skip through the line? Did I giggle with excitement as I rushed towards the boarding dock? Did I notice the deep breaths my boyfriend was taking to calm himself down? Yes, Yes, and No. :whistling Nothing was going to stop me getting on one of my most favoritest-est-est rides.
Several hundred screams and yells (all of sheer delight, I assure you) later, we got off. My boyfriend was wobbly, but still alive. The conversation during the ride went something like this: “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh…honey, are you okay? Good…Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh…How are we doing? Put your head back on the head rest…AAAAAaaaaaaHHHH”. At the end of it all, his head hurt, but he was indeed alive. Now, some of you might ask me why I even made my poor boyfriend get on in the first place. Well, he loves me, doesn’t he? What kind of knight-in-shining-armor wouldn’t at least get on SM for his love? I mean, the other Princes at the joint go through dragons, witches, and nasty step-moms, but I’m just asking for a ride in space. That’s not too much. :dry:
After my boyfriend lost his wits on SM, I assured him that every consequent ride would be moving at 2 mph. At least for that day. In that park. (Okay, so I lied.) And the first ride we went on after SM was Carousel of Progress. What better way to slow-down, no? So…I love the Carousel of Progress. I really do. But can they please, please, please update the last scene? The microwave, TV, and computer look like they were stolen from an antiques museum. But beyond that, CoP really is a classic, and anyone that hasn’t seen it, should. Love that dog, by the way.
Having ‘conquered’ CoP, I suggested that we move the excitement factor up a notch, and went towards the Haunted Mansion, another one of my favs. Embarrassing minor note: Before this trip, I have never gone through that entire ride with my eyes opened. I was determined to have my eyelids glued/pinned/stapled :eek: opened this time, but as I got onto one of those Doom Buggies, I just wasn’t sure… But just when I was about to cringe and shove my face into my boyfriend’s shoulders, I kept my eyes opened and…it was…O-K… But isn’t that bride with the heart creepy? Jeez, I’m getting the heebie-jeebs just thinking about it.
Outside of the Mansion, my boyfriend was ever-so-pleased for conquering a ride, and of course I was so proud of him. We then headed towards the Hall of Presidents, which we thought was well done and up-to-date with George Dubbya. Being done with Liberty Square, we moseyed on over towards Frontierland, which is a favorite spot of mine (I’m allowed to have at least 50 favorites. I have a license). But before getting there, we swerved up to Mickey’s PhilharMagic.
In my opinion, this 3-D show is long overdue. Though rides have randomly popped up here and there for what I call the “Middle Kingdom” set: Little Mermaid, Beauty & the Beast, Aladdin, and Lion King”, they were almost kinda ran over by the newer Pixar regime. I was very, very happy to hear that the Middle Kingdom was now the central thread to Disney’s latest 3-D. People really need to realize that it was this set that once again put Disney on the map for full feature length animations after the Classics, or “Old Kingdom”.
And I was definitely NOT disappointed. How wonderful was PhilharMagic!!! Definitely one of my favorites. I loved seeing and feeling the multiple layers in Ariel’s cavern, and being able to fly over Agrabah with Aladdin and Jasmine. And oh that cinnamon smell from Lumiere’s spot! The same effects used in other 3-Ds were somehow much more effective and pleasant in Philharmagic. And though I had a Dad in front of me that insisted of elevating his daughter up to block about 1/3rd of my view, I was still able to enjoy and love PhilharMagic. Kudos Imagineers! Great job!!! :biggrin:
From PhilharMagic, we on towards Frontierland, picking up a FastPass for Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, which had a 30 minute wait, and then getting on standby line for Splash Mountain.
I was a bit apprehensive bringing my boyfriend onto Splash Mountain because of the climatic 50 foot drop. But being the good sport (or just plain ol’ innocent and ignorant of the 50 foot plunge), he followed me onto the line. I tried to ease the worries with, “See that 7 year old? See that 10 year old?”, but by now, we have established that Disney has some very, very brave youngsters, and that my boyfriend does NOT like quick sharp turns (the ones that make me go, “Weeeeeeeee!!!”). Anyways, the line again went fairly quickly, with us constantly moving and only pausing in 3 or 4 spots. As we paced along the winding lines, I was hoping that the line would go so quickly that we would magically end up in a log flume, too late for my boyfriend to flee.
Splash Mountain will be my only Disney ride to ever break down while I was on it. What usually is a smooth ride with little surprise drops in between turned into a bumper log ride. It would stop in the middle of a scene, the narrator would announce that Brer Fox and Bear were up to no good, and apologize for the delay. We would then stop, and our log would be bumped by 1, 2, or even 3 logs in a row. I guess you wouldn’t call being bumped, ‘bumper logs’ if the bumping wasn’t mutual, huh? But at one point, where you are cranked up that hill for the big drop, and the two vultures (that remind me of Waldorf and Statler) are sneering at you, we stop.
Quite honestly, I didn’t know if I should have been nervous that we were about to drop 5 stories, or if I should have been nervous about being on the hill with 4 other flumes behind us while the conveyor belt was broken. In the end however, it went okay, things ended with a good splash, and everyone enjoyed the ride. Even my big brave boy.
Thunder Mountain was not as successful for my boyfriend, but because it was so quick, it was painless. Or at least less so. I personally love the Mountain for the same reasons why my poor boyfriend does NOT like it. It’s fast, it has surprising dips, it whips you on sharp bank turns, and it really allows you to scream and giggle and go “weeeeeeee!” But he was not amused. Go fig. :rolleyes:
By this time, we were half way through our boot camp schedule, and the infamous Magic Kingdom fatigue was starting to set in. You shoulda seen my abs and calves. Tony Little would have been envious. But even being a bit tired, being the troopers we are, we stopped only briefly for lunch at Pecos Bill before continuing our expedition.
By the way, has anyone ever ordered a Mickey Kids Meal at one of these counter service places? I always order (I AM a kid. Yes I am!) the one with cold chicken, veggies, and applesauce. But it also comes with Mickey cheez-its, which I absolutely love. I always wish I could manage to keep a bag to take with me back home, but they taste SO good, that I always gobble it up, with no evidence to show people of the existence of Mickey cheez-its. But I assure you, the truth is out there.
Renewed and refreshed by lunch, we decided to head on over to Adventureland. POTC :pirate: was first, and I was totally expecting a line out the gate, since that was how I dealt with it every other time, but to my surprise, there was absolutely no one. Are there tumbleweed in the Caribbean? I’m sure there were some rolling on by. We walked from the outside door onto a boat within a minute. No lines, and there were empty boats, and empty rows on our boat. Really. Now I know I was there low peak but, the attendance was just terrible. Doesn’t anyone else love POTC anymore??? Where is the love? We’re talking classic WDW here. Ah well, it was a shame.
We stopped by Jungle Cruise to pick up a FastPass, since it seemed very crowded and then headed back towards Frontierland.
At this point, I had really felt we covered the majority of things we really wanted to see. And being that the previous day we had made early reservations for dinner at Epcot, my boyfriend suggested we go try snagging another reservation for dinner there at MK. My first inclination was to avoid Cinderella’s Castle because everyone knows that place is highly sought after, so we headed over to Tony’s, since Lady n the Tramp is a shared favorite movie between me and my mom. (Yet another movie that doesn’t get its own deserved spot somewhere in the World).
We were quickly helped and secured a spot for dinner that night. But as we cut through the Castle, my boyfriend convinced me to give it a shot and see if we could get a spot at the Royal Table. And ya know what? We did! We had a really, really, really nice CM help us, her name was I think Erin? And she got us a table and very nicely helped us cancel our old reservation at Tony’s. I was the happiest chick on earth because you know every girl’s dream is to have a meal in that Castle. You could be served gravel, but you’d be smiling and thinking you were the world’s luckiest person, eating gravel at a castle.
With the reservation set up, it was time to head back for Jungle Cruise. The only thing stopping us was however, the afternoon Parade, which blocked a direct route. Although this initially made me stamp my feet, fold my arms, and mumble something like “stupid something-something”, I got over it quickly as I watched the floats come down. What’s with the snow-globe domes? I’m guessing the characters inside get air-conditioning while the other characters on the outside get to deal with the Orlando sun n humidity? I was thinking how Cinderella and her Prince really should have let Fairy Godmother get to stay inside the snow-dome, since without her, they wouldn’t have met. But hey, that’s just me.
Jungle Cruise was packed. Glad we FastPassed that one. Walked on, and had lots of fun with our CM. The bloke was fast talking and hilarious. Good man. I would later see him as one of the lucky duckies to have previewed Expedition Everest. But more on my poutings and whinings on that later. :crying:
After JC, we subsequently went on to Fantasyland for Snow White, Peter Pan, and It’s a Small World. Actually, I was quite impressed by IASW’s update. It was beautiful in there – completely new and redone, with updated costumes and scenes. Both my boyfriend and I were both pleasantly surprised and glad that the old drabby feel was gone, and that lively and playful colors splashed the walls and costumes. So wonderful.
It was also on this ride that we started noticing the “CM wave”. Every CM that we would say hi to or wave bye to would do the same identical wave. Do they train CMs to do that? It’s a happy playful wave, palm out, fingers spread, and the trajectory is identical, from every character to CM. Lord. Did Disney even get a patent for that???
But after IASW, we were really pooped. The upright posture and tightness we had felt from the Mouse Crunch… all gone. You begin to notice that slight gimp in your walk, the soreness one feels in their legs, acheness in their feet, and the loss of that slight skip you arrived with when you bolted through the entrance gates… All gone. The only bolting you would do now is into a chair to rest. The Mouse Droop had set in. If I had my Mouse Ears on, one would be droopy and hung over the side. Me so poop-ed.
The only thing keeping me still alive was the thought of sitting in that Castle, and the magical hour was drawing near. But not before we got to watch Cinderellabration, and me hopping onto SM one last time. The show was cute, and I loved how they got all the Princesses out. But where was Ariel? Man, I tell you, when you have fins, you totally get shafted.
But when I finished SM (by myself, since my boyfriend wanted to be able to eat afterwards), I walked out to see that the Wishes fireworks had started. Oh man. You can watch that every night, and still be wow-ed and feel like a 5 year old. So as we walked towards the Castle for dinner, our necks were craned upward to enjoy the fireworks. It was really so wonderful.
Upon arriving at the Castle, Erin was still there, and put us into the waiting room, along with about 7 other families. I didn’t get a picture of Cinderella because she rushed out of the room, even though it wasn’t even 12 yet! How rude. Oh well. But after about 4 gongs and 4 royal family announcements, we were up. YAY!!! (Like Kermit style, YAYYYYY!!!)
That castle is beeeeeeeyouuuuuuuuuteeful. Just like you’d imagine a castle to be. Just romantic and beautiful. And the food was SO good. Our waiter/page was SO great too! Service, food, ambiance… What more can you ask for, right? And in case you’re wondering, we had shrimp cocktail, seared ahi-tuna (which my boyfriend LOVED), and roasted chicken breast (which I LOVED). Absolutely fabulous, dahling.
We left the Castle, and having that Extra Magic Hour, we didn’t need to rush out of the park. We did, however, rush right over to Main Street Bakery (or shall we say I dragged my boyfriend down) for some ice cream. Can anyone beat a day at MK, dinner at the Castle, and then ice cream? Especially ice cream with chocolate mouse ears??? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
I left the park, munching on an ear (the chocolate mouse one), and a bit saddened by the thought that half of my vacation and stay at WDW was now over. It was sad and depressing, but I was still able to relish in the incredible day that I just had. Even as I was getting on the bus to go back to the hotel and I heard a child cry, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I looked at my boyfriend in disbelief, “Honey, there’s NO crying in the Magic Kingdom! There must be something wrong with him.”
And that, was my 2nd Day.