Number of Miles Walked: 13.28
Number of Pins Traded For: 27
I bet you thought this day would never come, did you?? You thought I was a completely unreliable blogger who would never get around to anything, didn’t you?!?! WELL I’M HERE
THREE MONTHS LATER TO PROVE YOU WRONG!!! Let’s do this.
Monday, our final day of this epic long weekend, began far perkier than the previous days — it was a learning process, and we were just finally getting the hang of it. In fact, we were so energized and non-hungover-as-death that we decided to go balls to the wall: visit all four parks in one day.
three months later, it’s a little hazy now as to why we decided to attempt this feat. I’m fairly certain it started with a fundamental need to stalk Scoop Sanderson. We, or more aptly I, had fallen deeply in love with him upon our first interaction the day before, and far be it from me to go another day without seeing him. Beyond that, we had FP+ selections at the highly esteemed Hollywood Studios, so it seemed only natural to try and double the number of parks we’d originally planned. And throw in Downtown Disney and the Crescent Lake resorts for good measure. Sure. Totally doable. Just like Gaston.
Tom Bricker, I am not.
As responsible Disney tourists, we faked a breakfast ADR at the Wave, parked at the Contemporary, and walked over to Magic Kingdom rather than parking at the Transportation and Ticket Center like peasants. Luckily, we made it in time for rope drop, including that alluring first morning glance of Scoop welcoming us into the park in the opening show (for which, somehow, shockingly, Amanda and I were not
selected as the Family of the Day. What gives?).
Once inside, we secured the Scoop Schedule and learned we had 45 minutes to kill until our hot pin date, so we headed straight to Space Mountain and then It’s a Small World, interrupted only by Amanda “celebrity” spotting Samantha Brown filming a Travel Channel special in Fantasyland. I’m using quotation marks because I have no idea who this person is, and the only picture Amanda was able to snap of “Ms. Brown” did not include her face. Thus I’m declaring that evidence inadmissible. Let me know when Neil Patrick Harris is in town.
We made it back to Main Street just in time to chase Scoop around the square and finally meet up with his beguiling self. And he remembered us! I knew it was love. I swooned all the way back to the
fucking Contemporary where we got in the car and decided to head to Downtown Disney. I do not have it in my notes why we decided to go there, but I’m sure it involved the need to spend more money.
One delightful coincidence was that Mr. Diba himself was also at DTD at that time, so we were able to meet up with him once more to say our goodbyes. He also helpfully pointed out that the Lava Lounge at the Rainforest Cafe opened at 11:00 should we decide we need to drown our sorrows. Yes, we felt that need. And so our day’s goals shifted slightly from visiting every park to instead visiting as many bars as possible. Someday I hope to achieve both in one day.
After we rid ourselves of the shame of patronizing the Rainforest F-ing Cafe, we took off for the next stop in our adventures: parking at the Boardwalk to pin trade our way around Crescent Lake. Oh, and drink.
Stop number one: The ESPN Club for Long Island iced teas. Continuing counter-clockwise, we next ended up at the Beach Club where we accidentally discovered that the executive chef of the gingerbread display being built before our eyes was sitting for a special pin-signing event.
There are many aspects about this that confuse me:
1) A gingerbread display has an “executive chef”?
2) So, no Christmas trees at the resorts yet, but it’s open season on gingerbread displays?
3) How much more clout would I get for sitting on the Beach Club’s gingerbread carousel than the Contemporary’s gingerbread table? Not that that ever happened…
4) Do people care about signed pins? Do people care about pins signed by “executive chefs of gingerbread”? Do I care if people care? No, apparently I do not, because we found this entire situation to be AMAZING and headed to the gift shop post haste to purchase our own Beach Club limited edition gingerbread pins and quickly hopped in
the non-existent line to get them signed as if it were Scoop himself.
5) Who thought it was a good idea to be drinking Long Island iced teas before noon on a Monday?
I am not at all tempted to sit on that.
After this pintastic pinning event, we moved on to the Yacht Club, where there was no gingerbread nor tree. Not big fans of the holiday season, those Yacht Clubbers. You know what else they’re not big fans of? Day drinking. The Compass and Ale Lounge was closed, so we ended up backtracking to the beloved Crew’s Cup to meet our half-hourly cocktail quota.
Clearly those cocktails were adding up, because the next notes I have detail my walking face-first into a plate glass door, confusing it for open space, and then I simply have the comment “bitchy Cast Member @ Swan.” I’m no longer sure what that was about, but I figured I’d share it anyway. You’re welcome.
Next up was the boat to DHS to continue our pin trading/drinking/park hopping extravaganza. I’m not too sure on the details, but there was some issue with our Toy Story Midway Mania FP+ reservations — as in, I had one and Amanda didn’t. I was worried that this would be an issue, but Amanda assured me that when in doubt, tell the CM that their “test” system is clearly flawed and that we, as guests, are always correct, never wrong, never mistaken. Okay, so perhaps it wasn’t quite that tone, but whatever Amanda said, it worked, and we were quickly on our way to tugging at a string until our arms were no longer usable.
Obviously we were then in need of another cocktail, so we headed to what was, three months ago, the brand new Brown Derby Lounge. We opted to each get the martini flight. Let me just say, I cannot strongly recommend this choice. Instead, as the table next to us received their margarita flight, we looked on jealously, each trying to choke down the dirty martini that came with ours. Oh tequila, why did I ever doubt you?
After we were
dehydrated, it was time for our Tower of Terror FP+. Then Rock ‘n’ Rollercoaster. I have no further details in my notes than this. I suppose it’s safe to assume that nothing of interest nor any vomiting occurred, as clearly, that would be notable.
Is it just me, or is this the most mellow ToT ride photo ever? I think some people may even be checking for car insurance rates on their phones.
This basketball hoop got plussed.
Once the sun finally set, it was time to make our way over to the Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights, something I’d never experienced before and was quite blown away by. I can only imagine the electric bill. And Chevy Chase’s National Lampoon character’s envy. For anyone unfamiliar with the Osborne Lights, just picture an entire neighbourhood, with every square inch of everything covered in Christmas lights. And fake snow falling. And rock Christmas music blaring. It’s pretty epically awesome.
My inspiration for next year’s holiday decorations. Shhh… don’t tell my boyfriend.
At some point along the way, maybe after the last round of martinis, we gave up on the idea of trying to hit up every park. We had a dinner ADR at Kouzzina, so it would’ve been pretty easy to duck into Epcot afterward, but much harder to try and swing by Animal Kingdom which had long closed by that point. Instead, we had a new goal: a Disney Half Marathon!
Dinner at Kouzzina was great as always (it’s one of my favourites on property), though I was sad to see some changes to the menu — what happened to the appetizer that was their veritable equivalent to Sanaa’s bread with nine accompaniments? Granted, Kouzzina’s version didn’t get up to nine, but it at least used to have more than what I saw currently listed. I miss that whipped feta. Oh, that whipped feta. May it rest in peace. Also, they seem to have knocked their complimentary bread service with two olive oils down to one olive oil. Bastards.
And that’s where the notes end. Why didn’t we pop into Epcot afterward? Why didn’t we try and hit up the Tambu Lounge one last time? We may never know…
HOLD THE PHONE!!! It’s all coming back to me! We DID go to the Tambu Lounge!!!
Okay, the following is going off of my
three month old memories only, so bear with me…
We skipped going to Epcot to instead go back to the Magic Kingdom. Why? Why not. We parked at the Poly, monorailed it to MK, and Amanda and I parted ways so that she could meet up with a friend, and I could have private time with MK. (It’s a very intimate experience for me, not unlike cuddling or watching Jason Statham movies). I don’t remember too much about what I did there (I wasn’t there for long), except I very clearly remember nearly crying tears of joy on Haunted Mansion because I love it just that much.
After that, I think I may have waited stand-by for Big Thunder, and then pretty much walked on Pirates, and I think that was about it? I had told Amanda that I’d meet her at the Tambu Lounge when I was done for one last Lapu Lapu. By the time I got out of the Magic Kingdom, the monorail had stopped running (this confused me, as it seems like common sense would dictate that all WDW transportation to the resorts would remain open so long as the park was open, but what do I know? — I ordered a martini flight instead of a margarita flight).
I hopped on the boat headed toward the Poly, texted Amanda that I was on my way, and ultimately settled in at the Tambu Lounge with a Lapu Lapu while I awaited her arrival.
… 30 minutes later, the bartender was calling Last Call (11:30, in case you’re wondering), so I ordered another Lapu for me, and one for Amanda for when we she arrived. That would be how the following pictured was made possible.
Yeah, it’s cheaper sans pineapple. This is important when buying in bulk.
I believe it was about midnight when we were reunited. After downing our Lapus, I started musing over just how delightful the glass was, and gee, I’d love to have one. Amanda decided to go about this the responsible way and directly ask the bartender if they sold the glasses at any of the giftshops. He replied that they did not. He also stated that he wasn’t paid enough to count glassware at the end of the night. And that, my friends, was all the invitation I needed. Et voila, I now have a pretty sweet souvenir.
Ultimately, we needed to tear ourselves away from WDW property and head back to our hotel in order to pack, sleep, and wake up at dawn for our early morning flights home. It never gets easier to say goodbye. And the real ass-kicker? We discovered once back in our hotel room that we were a mere .75 miles short of our Disney Half Marathon mileage goal for the day. There was only one solution: head back downstairs, outside, and walk laps around the hotel in the dark at one o’clock in the morning until we’d hit the 13.1 mile mark on the FitBit. And doggone-it, we did.