I’m not sure how long it’s been since I’ve truly let myself relax, laugh, and act like a kid. I’m not talking about acting like a high schooler; my day would consist of a lot of sulking. I’m not talking about acting like a college kid because that would include a lot of bad decisions. Flash back to age 10, when you still believe in Santa and Disney World is just about the best place on earth.
That’s right, I’m in Disney, and I couldn’t wait to get home to blog.
I did have my reservations, but since the moment we stepped into Epcot the smile did not leave my face. First of all, I insisted we wear tennis shoes (first sign I’m getting old) and it was the best decision we made. When we walked in, we weren’t quite sure what to do and were quite overwhelmed. I was amazed that Space Mountain is just as awesome and scary as it was when I was 11. Mickey/Minnie ears, Goofy hats, fanny packs, sneakers with jeans, wheel chairs when you don’t need them, and being exceptionally overweight are all acceptable in Disney. The hopper pass is the only way to go. At every turn, there is another avenue to spend money at and bringing chewy granola bars was the second smartest thing we did.
At the end of the day we were told we HAD to see the fireworks at Epcot at 9:30p.m. We had already been there since noon so you can imagine we were exhausted. We hit up Italy for some easy Italian fare when we were promptly turned away because we didn’t have reservations. Reservations?? Where are we, New York? This was the first time we had experienced unpleasantness all day. We passed by Germany to get the biggest beer we could find and saw that if we wanted to go into the “Oktoberfest” area we had to pay $32.99 for the buffet. Never in my entire life would I pay that much for bratwurst laden with sweater lint.
Back to Italy we went for 4oz glasses of wine for $12. We hadn’t been caught in the Disney money pit until then. Finally, grumpy and feeling bamboozled we wandered back to where we felt most comfortable, America. For $23 we got a cheeseburger, fries, chicken nuggets, 2 Bud Lights, and a cookie. Best deal of the day. America pulled through…we should have known all along!
The night ended with the most amazing fireworks I’ve ever seen in my life, no exaggeration. My face hurt from smiling, and when I looked over to my 28 year old boyfriend to see his reaction, I was elated to see him grinning from ear to ear.
There truly is nothing like running around, getting excited and playing like a little kid. Not once did I think about bills, work, or even the next ride we were going on. With no agenda, we pounced around without a care in the world.
Day 1, truly a success and cannot wait to continue for the rest of the week.