January 10… and it went a little like this:
Three in the morning came waaaaay earlier than expected. Just a reminder for those who haven’t been following along. That’s 3 am Florida time… so technically I crawled out of bed around 1 am Alberta time.
I was on the bus 30 minutes later, at the race thirty minutes after that, and… then hurry up and wait. They want people there so early, but then we stand around our corals for an hour and some until things start moving along. Don’t get it.
Our wave of the race was about 20 minutes late in starting, and then… we were off, running through the dark of the Disney dawn.
It was a blur. I took my camera along, and lucky thing. I grabbed some video and some selfies along the route. I also did some character stops. All of that added onto my time, but I’ve long since decided I’m not going for a time: just a finish.
I was back at the hotel by quarter to eight in the morning, showered by quarter after, and itching to do something besides sit around the hotel all day. So I hopped the bus with the M-I-L and we were off to join the others who had already gone to Hollywood Studios.
Rides and other amusements followed: A couple rounds of Star Tours, the Beauty & the Beast show, a meet-and-greet with Ralph and Vanellope a’la Wreck it Ralph, and a couple spins in the Artist Academy where they lead you through a character sketch. Later in the day we also hit up Toy Story Mania and the Aerosmith Rockin Rollercoaster.
Highlights of the day include:
1) My song playing as I rounded past the French pavillion in Epcot and got an extra burst of energy as I tromped through. Kinda just how I had imaginged that.
2) Running into my relatives –not the ones I’m traveling with–at the security gate of Hollywood Studios. Knew they were here the same time as us, all 19 of them, but didn’t expect to randomly run into them on their first day.
We were supposed to have Fast Passes for the Fantasmic show at 7. So we ate a quick, well-timed meal and went to go watch. Technical difficulties had the thing cancelled. We never have any luck with that show. In Disneyland a couple years ago that’s the one where Claire was crushed by the flu, and we just kinda hunkered down and tolerated it.
Probably for the best though: it meant Grandma and I took the three kids back to the hotel while the others turned it into a late night at the park. Early to bed for the young and the Dopey.