Disney, I didn’t miss you that much. Try as I might, I’m not clear about why I would subject myself to your theme park again. Oh… wait. It must be something about sharing an experience with my boys. Yes, that’s it. Otherwise, the first four-day hopper marathon in 2010 would’ve been my last World entrance as a parent of young children.
I’m still not clear whether I can bring food inside the gates. I mean that guy standing in line with the contraband tuna fish sandwiches didn’t seem to have issue getting his family’s budget meal from home into the park. But that lady doing the bag checks? She was pretty concerned with the 10-ounce juice I packed for Ri. It wasn’t water and that was some source of concern for her.
I’ll pretend the $100 a person price tag doesn’t bother me. After all, one expects to pay for vacation fun, right? And that $4.50 hot dog my son scarfed down in 30 seconds? Totally worth it. I searched the park for funnel cake. I didn’t find it, though I am certain you sell it somewhere. I smelled the sweet goodness at every turn, but had to settle for a $3.50 strawberry frozen fruit pop.
I loved the changes you made on that Fast Pass system, and really wish someone had mentioned I could book our reservations online. Finding those tablet carrying agents and negotiating times for rides should have been quite easy… but somehow, it was not – especially when we stood in front of the rides we hoped to revisit without the lengthy wait and could not simply hop on the consoles (all covered and in a collection like tombstones) and grab our own pass.
We elected not to bring our autograph books this trip (because we’ll just write letters to Disney characters and wait for reply, that wait is more climate-controlled and doesn’t waste precious park time). You would not believe the time saved by merely snapping a quick shot of a spotted Disney character when in-between pictures with other guests! And those we did pose with? Well, we picked the ones indoors, or split our family between two nearby lines, swapping spaces to get each of us in the pictures with maximum costumed-celebs.
Ri, socialite that she is was all for walking up to the bunnies… until one bent down to greet her. That was it – she panicked, sounded her “Danger” squeal, and retreated behind my legs. Chi tried to coax her back, as I stood holding my camera poised for a picture. And finally – realizing there would be no Ri and the Easter Bunny snap shot made otherwise – Chi held a discontent Ri between the two rabbits and we caught a quick picture. As soon as she was released, Ri sauntered off, waving at everyone she saw and flashing her smile with confidence.