Disney World Trip Report Day 2 Part 3 – Where it Wouldn’t be a Halloween Party Without Some Wardrobe Malfunctions

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.

tripreport-025And 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.

tripreport-027I 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.

tripreport-028He won the game.

Oh, yeah, and there was a gorilla.  And Jane.  Who I cropped out.  Oh well.

tripreport-029Fireworks photo without the fireworks setting on my camera.

tripreport-030Fireworks 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.

tripreport-031Best ever.

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.

Disney World Trip Report Day #2 (Part 1) – Where Princesses Are All Up on the Book of Faces

Our first “real” Disney day was a Tuesday, and what a Tuesday it was.  Back to the Magic Kingdom for the first time in 15+ years…I was probably going to cry a lot.  And I did.  It started on the bus.  Yeah…that girl.  And it wasn’t just from waking up at ass o’clock in the morning to get to our 8:15 Cinderella’s Royal Table reservation, either.  That was a rough one.  I’m pretty sure it was still dark outside when we rolled out of Pop Century…which I didn’t take any pictures of.  Oh well.  It had a lot of giant props and served its purpose as a place to sleep.

Julie and I had a tear-filled bus ride over to Magic Kingdom (I think the toddlers were looking at me funny, but sit down, kiddies, I paid for this shit, I can cry if I want to), and when we got there, we found our Magic Bands were in working order.  Thank god the only snafu we had was at the Magical Express.  Once we were inside the park, we started taking pictures of ourselves, which would pretty much be the theme of the entire vacation.  Hellooooo 800 Photopass pictures.  We hadn’t gotten to pick up our plus card yet, so a nice cast member took about ten photos of us with both our cameras and his camera in front of the train station.  We got those added to our Magic Bands, and off we went to experience the park pre-opening…where we took another 40 pictures.  We made it our mission to stop every time we saw a Photopass photographer.  I do not regret this decision.

I think we were slightly late when we went to check in for our breakfast, but it didn’t matter, as we had to wait in a line anyway to take our picture with Cinderella.  It was here that I learned the importance of the “princess pose” and that we would have to do variations of it each time we took shots with a girl in a dress.  Good thing I learned this four seconds into the trip.  While we waited to go upstairs for breakfast, I decided it would be a fantastic idea to take pictures of random castle things, a skill which I have perfected thanks to years of training at Ren Faires and Medieval Times.




We finally took our picture with the woman of the hour, and then we were escorted upstairs where I proceeded to take pictures of the ceiling.


It’s really pretty inside the castle, but let me tell you, the food is subpar.  I don’t eat eggs, and Disney is like…egg-a-palooza at breakfast, so there was pretty much nothing to eat that didn’t have eggs somewhere.  I ended up getting the steak (and eggs), and, while it was okay, it certainly wasn’t worth the $60 per person price, as this was the one meal we paid out of pocket.  However, the staff was great.  Our server was so nice, seeing as we were two adults having breakfast with a bunch of princesses, she didn’t think we were ridiculous or anything.  In fact, she saw my first visit button and gave me an autograph book because it was the first day of our trip and I didn’t have one.  She even tracked down Snow White (who had come to our table first when I didn’t have the book) to get her to sign it.  SO nice.  I love Disney cast members.  We had one of the best character interactions here right off the bat with Princess Aurora.  I think she gets the shaft a lot, honestly.  Maleficent clearly steals the show in Sleeping Beauty, and I can’t remember anything about Aurora in the movie that really makes her stand out.  But this girl was a riot.  I think she talked to us for at least five minutes about princes and how far we traveled on horseback, and then when we were taking pictures, she asked, “Are you going to post these on the book of faces?”  I about LOST it, I was laughing so hard.  Then we had a conversation about this magical, magical book.  Every other Princess Aurora paled in comparison to this one.

tripreport-014Book of Faces Aurora, we love you.

It took about an hour to get through breakfast, and once we were done, the park was already open to the public.  We had a Space Mountain fast pass + to use before 10am (mistake, do not book your fast pass pluses until afternoon, as there is NOBODY there in the morning), but we decided to screw around for a bit first.  We headed off to Tomorrow Land, though, and my very first Disney World ride became…Buzz Lightyear.  I’m a big fan of rides that are games, and we rode it twice in a row with no wait, stopping to get our photo numbers each time so we could add them to the plus card.  Thankfully, Julie knew where the camera was.  We’re so pimp like that.  After our trip into space, we decided to cash in our fast passes, but I believe we found a random Stitch out meeting people first.  There was barely a line, and let me tell you, Stitch is TINY and NUTS.  I was practically sitting on the ground to take a picture with him, and he stuck his fingers in our ears, it was just ridiculous…ridiculously awesome.

My first ride on Space Mountain was…well.  I was terrified.  I have no idea why, as the ride isn’t really that scary, but by the time I got off, I felt like I needed a cigarette.  It didn’t help that my shoe got stuck in the damned car, so I was praying my leg didn’t separate from my body as I tried to get the hell out of there.  We picked up our photos, and then I needed like…a break.  I know, it was 10am, and I was practically dead.  So, we made our way to pick up our Photopass+ card, and headed towards (New) Fantasyland where I teared up at pretty much everything.  I believe we went on Winnie the Pooh (which was the longest ten minute wait of my life because that ride smells like children…I have no other way to describe it), and the Teacups, where I missed my first opportunity to eat that cupcake that comes in a cup that’s mostly frosting.  Spoiler: I talked about it the entire trip, and then I never got one.  I still mourn the loss of my cupcake cup.  Eventually, we made our way over to use our Enchanted Tales with Belle fast pass pluses, and I was pretty upset that we missed half the cottage, which was a huge selling point for me.  Seriously, when I was a kid and at Disney, the thing I remember the most was walking through Mickey Mouse’s house and looking at all the little details, and now that we couldn’t walk through Belle’s I was like…the hell?  However, getting into the experience with no wait was pretty fantastic, and Maurice’s work room…holy crap, the magic.  If I didn’t have a goal in mind, I would have cried through the whole thing.  But, being the attention whore I am, I had to get in the show.  Let’s be real, it took all of three seconds for the cast member to pick me to be the wardrobe.  YES.  My music degree had finally paid off.

tripreport-015She told me I sang better than the real wardrobe.  Damn straight.

The experience was adorable, although more for little kids and their parents than adults.  Julie got to play Fifi the feather duster, aka Lumiere’s Girlfriend.  Ooh la la.  We all got our pictures with Belle and then special photopass cards and a bookmark.  Treasured.  Then we tried to ride the Little Mermaid and got denied, as it was down.  I guess that was okay, because I spied my boyfriend off in the distance, and had to get close to him.  Oh yeah.  You know who I’m talking about, don’t you?  You should if you have read any of my Dumb Things Boys Do at the Bar posts.

tripreport-016Oh yeah.  You know how I like ’em cocky.

Gaston, despite his shoulder pads, was GREAT.  He was spot the fuck on, drawn eyebrows and all.  I mean, we threw semi-dirty pickup lines at him like it was nothing and he shot back immediately.  I wish our date could have lasted a little longer, but, I mean, he’s a popular man.  I had to have a threeway with him and Julie and there were throngs of women all around him just waiting to have a go.  We’d meet up again later, though, don’t worry, and I got to sit in his giant chair when I had withdrawals, so it was all good.  Sidenote: Lefou’s Brew…not all that great.  I’m glad I got my souvenir plastic fake beer stein, but I definitely don’t have to drink that crap again, though it got better the more you drank it.  Maybe it was real beer after all.  Hmm…

And I will leave it here for now.  Don’t be sad, more New Fantasyland adventures await, along with a Pirates League makeover and that time karma hit me in the face for scaring little children when something else scared the living crap out of me.  Buahahaha.

Disney World Trip Report Day #1 – Where We Learn That Being Awesome Means You Get Awesome Things

I guess it’s about time that I talk about Disney World, seeing as it’s been two months since I’ve gone, and if I wait any longer, I’ll probably forget things.  Let’s be real, I’ve already forgotten things, but I’ll blame that on the Backstreet Cruise, which my friend and I partook in directly before heading off to the happiest place on earth.  We started out on a Monday, where I had to get up ridiculously early, was crankier than any human being should be, and had the most massive hangover to end all hangovers.  I’d talk about the cruise before hand, but I’m a big fan of “what happens on the Backstreet Cruise stays on the Backstreet Cruise.”  So, let’s just say I had gotten very little sleep for three days, had to go on a beach (I hate beaches just as much as I hate giant robots, aka A LOT), and pretty much lived inside a constant party, even though we slept in the literal dungeon of the boat in a room the size of a shoebox with no window.  The cruise cost more than my entire Disney vacation, and we were at the bottom of the barrel.  Here are a couple of pictures if you’re so inclined.  (Note: I know this is going to be impossible, but I’m going to attempt to do this whole series without posting any pictures with me in them.  Considering we took almost 800 Photopass pictures, this is going to be a feat.  But whatever.)


That’s the elevator decorations on the boat.  I know, right?


Sail away party.  The captains suits did us in.

trip-003Bachelorette night.  Enough said.

Debarkation day was right after bachelorette night.  Needless to say, when I woke up that morning, you would know why I would not want to get off that boat.  But my friend and I trudged along, took showers, got as presentable as we could manage and had to leave our cabin stupid early…where we proceeded to have to wait around to be almost some of the last people off the ship.  We said goodbye to our other friends, picked up pictures, reveled in the fact that we could get on facebook again…but, really, we were just worried that we were going to miss our flight to the most magical place on earth.  Luckily, customs didn’t take forever, and the cab line wasn’t super bad, so we made it to the airport with time to spare.  Unfortunately, lines there were outrageous, and I may or may not have had words with a TSA agent because she made me throw out my dry shampoo from my carry-on (I will stick by this: IT IS POWDER AND NOT A LIQUID I SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HAVE IT, NO MATTER HOW BIG THE CONTAINER WAS), but eventually, we made it to our gate.  And then the magic started to happen as we were upgraded to an EXIT ROW.  Actually, we were the first row of seats right by the airplane door, which meant there was no seat in front of me, which meant I could practically lie on the floor of the airplane.  After my most hideous flight ever to get down to Miami, I was so happy to be able to put my damned legs out.  (I’m 5’9.  Airplanes are torture.)  I told the flight attendants I was going to pass out, and I indulged in the best 45 minute hangover nap of my life through the whole plane ride.  I never again want to fly in a row that’s not an exit row.  Best flight ever.

And then….we were in ORLANDO.  The magic continued as we jumped on the fake monorail, and then proceeded to get lost on the way to the Magical Express, but, whatever, we were there, and I just wanted to check in, get in my bed, and power nap before our dinner reservation.  Unfortunately, when we made it over to the certified Disney buses, my magicband was having problems; it thought I was my friend, so she basically had double everything and I had nothing.  The guy checking us in was from my city, and I was like….dude.  Get me on a bus.  I just want to get on a bus.  Please fix my band so I can get on the goddamned bus, and hope to hell all my fastpass + reservations which we had slaved over were still intact.  For all our troubles, we got…stickers.  I believe mine was Cinderella.  I plastered it right on my obnoxiously yellow Backstreet Cruise shirt.  After about 20 minutes of rebooking EVERYTHING, they put us on a bus.  Actually, we were the first people on said bus, so we got to sit in the front seat.  Winning.  Also, we had a bad ass bus driver named Dave who seemed pretty amused that I laughed at all his corny bus driver jokes and that I bawled through the bus video.  Yeah, I’m that girl.


In no time at all, we saw the best road sign in the universe, and after one quick stop, we pulled into our home for the next week: Pop Century Resort.  Now, please keep in mind, I hadn’t been to Disney World since I was six years old, and I have never stayed on property, so this was a big deal for me.  So deal with it, I was crying again.  I tipped Dave the Awesome Bus Driver even though we didn’t have any bags in exchange for his silence about my tears of joy, and we made our way to online check in.  It was at this point where we got stopped by an awesome cast member who saw our cruise gear and was like, “DID YOU JUST GET OFF THE BOAT? OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM!” so, basically, she was the most awesome cast member EVER.  While my friend and I regaled her with shipboard tales, we tried to check in at the same time, where we made friends with yet another most awesome cast member ever who laughed at us because we were like, “Ugh, we were trapped in the dungeon of this boat for three days, and all I want to do is sleep in a bed for twenty minutes and get something to eat because I haven’t had food other than 2am pizza and ship lemonade but OH MY GOD BACKSTREET BOYS OH MY GOD DISNEY WORLD IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT.”  Yup.  Those girls.  This was all happening and awesome cast member checking us in was like, “Wait, none of your requests got honored, we’re not booked, I don’t know why they would put you all the way out practically in Art of Animation,” (Note: we had only made one request, to be close to the bus stop) and he changed our building and room so all we had to do was walk down one flight of stairs and cut through the parking lot to get to the bus stop.  PIXIE DUST!  He also magically procured us birthday and first visit buttons without us even asking him to (hey, when you’re six, it doesn’t count), and explained how the dining plan worked, where we needed to go, etc.  I love hotel cast members.  They are the greatest.

After our check in, instead of making our way to our fabulous beds which we were intently craving, we made the mistake of walking through the gift shop first, where I plunked down some Disney gift card cash to buy a Nightmare Before Christmas lanyard and keycard holder.  Even though it broke, it was the smartest purchase I made during the entire trip.  I never needed to pull out my wallet because my life was around my neck.  Genius.  We finally made it to our room (Building 10 in the 70s, in case you were wondering where this golden location was), and realized we didn’t really have enough time to take a nap, but we were dead starving, so we went to the food court to have pre-dinner, instead.  We had to get the new RFID mugs for the dining plan, and all they had were orange ones, but more magic happened when some cast members appeared out of nowhere with boxes filled with other colors.  Free mugs in hand, we paid out of pocket for some food (dumb idea, ALWAYS use your quick service credits on the regular dining plan because you will end up with more than you need…I think we had like three extra ones apiece), and practically laid down in a booth to eat it, sucking down free Diet Coke like there was no tomorrow because our dining plan was FREE FREE FREE!  My friend was like a boss with her food pictures, but I don’t think I took any.  I had some chicken parmesean, if you were wondering, and it was amazing because there was like…no sauce on it.  I’m not a big fan.  Anyway, on our way back to the room after our much needed pre-dinner, we ran into the guy who had our luggage.  Yay!  So I could change my black bra into something that didn’t show through my tshirt before we left to go meet one of my other friends for dinner.

After putting on some eyeliner and mourning the power nap I didn’t get to take, I grabbed some gift cards, and we headed out to catch a bus for Downtown Disney.  Our dinner that night was at T-Rex because I love dinosaurs.  No…I really love dinosaurs.  Like, I have even written songs about them, for college credit.  I know, I’m just that awesome.  We practically ran to make our reservation, and we met my other friend who lives in Florida who I hadn’t seen in like…five years or something.  This became the trip of meeting up with people who I hadn’t seen in x amount of years.  I swear, I think we found new people every day.  Anyway, so we checked in for our reservation, and I mentioned to please not seat us in the room with the fish tank, that we’d be willing to wait longer if that was all they had available (because I like fish just as much as I like giant robots, read: NOT AT ALL), and, of course, when they went to take us back, the guy was like…oh wait, they put you in the room with the giant fish tank.  HOLD UP.  So, he went back and got us another table that was right by this guy:


Whom I immediately proclaimed my boyfriend.  He squawked a lot, but his table manners were impeccable, compared to most of the guys I’ve dated.  T-Rex is awesome if you like dinosaurs (obviously) and loud noises (not so obviously).  Where we were seated, there was a meteor shower every fifteen minutes.  It was so cool.  Along with being “that girl,” I am also five years old.  Since we had pre-dinner, I wasn’t very hungry, but I did manage to eat about half of the gigantic fried shrimp dinner that I ordered and this dessert that was like…ice cream upon ice cream upon ice cream.  God, I love the dining plan.

When we were done eating, I proceeded to walk around the entire restaurant taking pictures of dinosaurs.  You’re welcome.




That’s my other boyfriend.  Be really jealous.

Then, we went in the gift shop, where I really wanted to buy one of those Build-a-Bear dinos…for myself.  I was talked out of this purchase with a promise we’d be back later (sidenote: we never came back), and went out to do some more shopping where we took awesome pictures of ourselves wearing funny hats and Minnie ears (which will not be seen in this trip report), began my ridiculous obsession with this Alice in Wonderland teapot I waffled the whole trip about purchasing, spent way too much money at Basin (hello, obsession with bath bombs, let’s talk about it), and tried to find a Very Bradley for my friend that nobody had.  I also bought a really cute Belle shirt in Tren-D which I was sure would not fit, but, shockingly, it did, and we didn’t even make a dent in all the stores.  Cramming Downtown Disney into a couple of hours was definitely not the smartest thing I had ever planned to do, plus, I wanted to spend time with my local friend and there were just not enough hours in the day.  She very nicely agreed to drive us back to our hotel (and to a CVS where I had to re-purchase my dry shampoo because of the bitchy TSA agent), and we said our goodbyes because we had to be up at ass o’clock in the morning on Tuesday for our first park day.  Can you say, “pre-opening ADR?”  I can!

And I finally met my bed.  And it was GLORIOUS.

To be continued…obviously.

What’s your favorite store in Downtown Disney?  Restaurant?  I am making a point to spend more time there next trip…which I have already started planning for 2014.  Still that girl, people, still that girl.