Last I left you, I had just gotten the shit scared out of me before the Halloween Party even started. One quick bathroom break later to dry my tears of shame, and it was time to get in line for a character meet and greet. It was 5pm. The party didn’t officially start until 7pm. Who the hell spends two hours of Disney time in a line? This girl, apparently. We wanted to meet Jack Skellington and Sally, and by the time we walked over to the line at 5, it had already started and grown to the point where they started making rope barricades by putting masking tape on the sidewalk. I’m not kidding. So, I jumped in line while Julie went to go change into her Tinkerbell costume. And when she got back to the line, wardrobe malfunction to the millionth degree. It was like the zipper popped open and broke to the point where it was unfix-able without a sewing machine. I felt so terrible! We found a way to camouflage by putting my backpack on while she went to go find a plan B, and after awhile, came back with a white tank top, a really cute scarf and a tiny top hat. I wanted this hat. Like, SO badly. My love for tiny hats knows no bounds. And she had snagged the last one. I’ll forgive her, though, because, you know, wardrobe malfunction. 😉 Anyway, we spent our time in line wisely, doing makeup touch ups and drinking Diet Coke, and before we knew it, the party had started and the dynamic duo had arrived! I don’t know what it is about taking pictures with people in costumes that makes me act like a four year old, but I don’t really care. I mean, I get into character and get excited when I take pictures in my Halloween costumes, so to work for Disney and get paid to do it? Awesome.
Jack and Sally spent a lot of time with each group, which is why the line takes so long. Seriously, everyone was up there for five minutes or more apiece. Plus, every once in awhile, Jack would stop whatever he was doing and go scare the crap out of someone in the line who wasn’t paying attention. It was FANTASTIC. And they were perfect. I never was a huge Sally fan, but this Sally was amazing. While Jack doted on Julie and her tiny, tiny hat, Sally and I were talking about the stitches we had on our faces, and how mine obviously weren’t done very well because I had opened my mouth to talk, and she said she would give me sewing lessons. It was awesome. Then we took about 20 photopass pictures, and good thing we did because the ones on Julie’s phone that we wanted to post on facebook immediately were all blurry. Man, Disney photographers, you can use these big, fancy cameras, but you can’t use a phone? Bogus. The interaction was GREAT, and it was definitely worth all that time in line.
Jack and Sally, you are the best.
After our meet and greet, we had a second goal in mind: time to meet Flynn Rider! The princes only come out at special times, and we knew that the party was one of them and Rapunzel’s boyfriend would have a ridiculous line, so we hauled ass over to Fairy Tale Hall (like that pun? I did it just for you.) and got in it. Actually, it wasn’t too bad, I think between a half hour and 45 minutes? We amused ourselves by taking a lot of selfies and pictures of all the portraits and stuff inside.
Poorly lit glass slipper.
Woman of the hour.
Why does Mulan only meet in Epcot when she’s the best princess???
Once again, the wait wasn’t too bad, and we found the most adorable guy dressed up as Christopher Robin, complete with the blue balloon. Ugh, I wanted to marry him. Rapunzel and Flynn met with Snow White and her Prince, and they were pretty much devoid of personality, other than they were both afraid of my plastic sword. Seriously? He’s a prince. Doesn’t he have a sword? In fact, I think I asked him if he had one, and he didn’t. How is he supposed to spite evil? Give him a goddamned sword. But Rapunzel and Flynn…oh man, they were PERFECT. Julie had her birthday button on, and Rapunzel started screaming about it, and they were so adorable and took their time with everybody. Also, I scared the shit out of them with my sword and the skeleton hand holding the feather in my hair. Rapunzel was like, “shouldn’t you put some flowers in there or something?” And I asked if Flynn had a sword, and he goes, “no…but I have a satchel!” I was dying. It was great. And I’d gladly stand in that horrific line again.
I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.
And she is adorable. Best Rapunzel ever.
After that, we really didn’t have a plan so we started wandering. We found the hitchhiking ghost photopass spot, so we took a couple of those, and then when we tried to take some pictures over at Pirates of the Caribbean, the photopass photographer yelled at me and said I couldn’t have my sword in my photos. I was like…I just took about 60 of them, and Disney GAVE this to me, so what the fuck are you talking about? I was really pissed off. Like, I am paying you a bunch of money to take my picture, do what I say. She said something about like, this is Disney you can’t pretend to be fighting with your weapon, and I just looked at her like…drop dead. She wouldn’t even take one on MY camera. I wanted a photo because there was a skull in the background, so I put it away and seethed on the inside, but if Disney didn’t want weapons in photos, why do they give them to you at Pirates League? Stupid.
Whatever, then we hopped in the line to see Jack Sparrow because it was clearly very important to me to take pictures with whatever Disney boys that I could. Also, you know, I was dressed like a pirate. I asked if I could join his crew, and he pretty much told me to fuck off. Come to find out, he doesn’t like zombies, and I was dressed like a zombie pirate, so there was that. What did I know? I’ve never seen any of the movies. Once again, do not judge me. He didn’t say anything about my sword, though. Shove off, Disney. I love Jack Sparrow.
I told you, I can’t make this shit up.
While we were over in Adventureland, it became very important in that moment to go meet Tarzan, because, once again, Disney boy. Loin-cloth wearing Disney boy. We knew we wanted to skip the first parade and go to the second one, but we weren’t paying attention to the time, and all of a sudden, we heard these giant explosions while we were in line. Fuck, we were missing the fireworks! I mean, we had party tickets for another night, so we knew we’d see them again, and we just stayed in line. Thank god we did. Tarzan was HILARIOUS. Firstly, did you know he wears a shirt? HE WEARS A SHIRT. And his muscle lines are drawn on it. After I got over the fact that he was wearing more than a loin cloth, he comes up to me and goes, “ARRRR! PIRATE!” So I growled back at him. And then it became a growling contest, where we were both on our toes trying to be taller than the other one, and even though I was taller than he was, after about a minute, I gave up and said, you win. And you know what that fucker says? “Tarzan always win.” I would have married him right there if I could. This didn’t have a photopass photographer, so we had to take them on my camera, and I had forgotten to put the flash back on, but it’s okay.
He won the game.
Oh, yeah, and there was a gorilla. And Jane. Who I cropped out. Oh well.
Fireworks photo without the fireworks setting on my camera.
Fireworks photo with the fireworks setting on my camera. Why even bother?
After our Disney boy marathon, we decided to go back towards Main Street, where people had already started finding spots for the second parade. Seriously? Seriously?? Well, never one to not cave to peer pressure, we found ourselves a nice spot right on the curb and chilled out there like we were four years old. I screwed around with my camera trying to get the highest video quality so I could tape this parade, and I thought I had put it on youtube, but I guess not, as it’s not there. Don’t worry, it’s converting now, but it’s a giant file, so it might take forever. Hell, it might not even upload, as that’s my luck lately. The headless horseman was so cool. I know it’s probably just some guy looking out of a hole in his shirt, but it was probably the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in front of my face. And the parade was just awesome. I haven’t seen any other Disney parades besides the one that we saw out the window of our restaurant later on in our trip, but this one had the best music, the coolest floats, character interaction…it was phenomenal. Plus, there were skulls everywhere. I love Halloween. Christopher Robin must have been haunting us during the whole party because in the parade, he came up to me and goes, “Are you a pirate? I’m a pirate, too!” I fucking LOST it. You can sort of see it in the video, but I was just like, what the hell just happened to me? Clearly, we repeated it about 1600 times while we were in Disney World.
Once the parade was finished, I was about done. We hadn’t really eaten anything since that Diet Coke hours and hours ago, but I had to meet Cruella de Vil. HAD TO. She is my favorite classic Disney character of all time, and I had to get a picture with her. Unfortunately, she only meets for about ten minutes after the Villains Mix & Mingle, so we pushed onwards towards the castle, asked a CM where her line would start and got in the very front of it before we watched the show. I love Disney villains, so this was pretty much like heaven on earth for me, to watch them all get together and dance around. That I did remember to put on youtube, and you can watch it here:
And I sure as hell met Cruella afterwards, and I said she looked fabulous, and she said I was fabulous, so we are now besties for life.
And then…it was time to head out. There was about a half hour left to go before the park closed, but we had been there for 15.5 hours, and that was just enough. We did stop in the Main Street Confectionary to buy cupcakes, though, which would have been our dinner, but by the time we got back to the hotel, I was so exhausted, I didn’t even eat it. That poor, wonderful ghost cupcake never did get eaten. Poor ghostie. And that was the end of Day 2. WHAT A DAY. I’ll leave you with a few random pictures of the Halloween lights. Next time, Hollywood Studios, where I meet the love of my life, and begin a trip-long obsession with yanking on a string.