January 13… wandered around aimlessly, something like this:
Let vacation mode begin! With the runs over, I’ve got a few days to catch up with the others in the actual vacationing part of this vacation. No more carefully watching food intake. No more abstaining from beer-y drinks, and no more attending to my early bedtimes.
We got up pretty early — not nearly as early as past days — and were on a bus by quarter after 8 (oh, how reasonable that sounds!) to the Magic Kingdom, Disney World’s premier and most famous Florida theme park, the one with the castle and main street and Space Mountain. We’d gone on our first day, but it was (a) the first day and (b) a bit of a gong show what with my befuddled pass, so I was counting this as a do-over.
Also, Karin’s mom earned herself a new nickname: she’s become our resident burglar after demonstrating her superpower of being able to talk herself into nearly anywhere. This morning she was able to talk her way into our hotel room to retrieve some items forgotten in the morning rush for the bus (she came later). I think we’ll start calling her Bilbo Baggins.
We caught more rides, of course, getting in a few spins on things before the big crowds arrived: Space Mountain (of course), the race track/Autopia thing or whatever it’s called here, Winnie the Pooh, Small World, and the Teacups.
We were a bit more casual with sticking together today. Our party of nine went it’s separate ways more often than we stuck together. Everyone had things they wanted to do and wanted to see.
We all did make it onto Big Thunder Mountain again (after it broke down while we were on it last week), and for the first time we took the boat over to Tom Sawyer’s Island and had a mix of quiet time and mild panic when Claire ran off for about 5 minutes. Karin and I also wanted to check out the Hall of Presidents. (Admittedly, mostly because that and the Haunted Mansion are major set pieces in Cory Doctorow’s novel “Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom”… which is worth reading before or after you come here.) We also had Fast Passes to this interactive story thing with Belle, which Claire loved, and was impressive from a production perspective.
More rides, more wandering, and more of everything… but by the time six o’clock rolled around we parked our butts along the parade route and waited in some prime real estate for the Electrical Parade at 7.
Highlights of the Day included:
1) Feeling like a bit of a star as I walked around the park wearing my Dopey finisher medal and getting “Congratulations” and loads of questions from fellow runners, Disney cast members, and lots of other people. And I think TinkerBell may have been hitting on me.
2) Inversely, seeing the hundreds of other runners all wearing their medals too, whether Marathon, Half, Goofy, or Dopey gold, too.
3) Sitting on It’s a Small World with Claire and her cousin Salem, he just chilling and singing along, and then telling me after that (after all the fast or spinny rides) he just liked relaxing and watching. I think I got a glimpse into his personality there.
But we caught the fireworks as the day closed, jam-packed into a space exactly the size of my feet, a very tired Claire perched on my shoulders to see above the fray. She fell asleep on the bus ride home, and I very nearly did too.