• one of the floats from the WDW Boo to You halloween parade
• this guy. I am not ashamed to admit that this guy creeped me out entirely, he was such a good Dr. Facilier!
• when everyone lined up to get pics after the parade with him, I had an opportunity to do so as well. He turned and smiled that creepyass smile at ME and I actually got nervous and bailed!!
hollywood tower of terror in hollywood studios, WDW.
Note: i should’ve edited this to be 1000% more ominous, cos this ride scares the total F-ing crapples out of me. I was only forced to ride it once this trip, and when allowed to sit out the second time, I happened to be wandering around the gift shop exit. I’d never noticed this side before, because normally, I’m quaking head to toe,while walking/trying not to scurry out of the building in front of the 5yr olds shouting their glee and smugly asking to go again, as i thank every power-that-could-ever-be that I didn’t die this time, which makes me far too busy to notice things like architecture or to even think about looking back at my nemesis.
So I MIGHT have been one of the few* adults unchaperoned by children playing the agent p spy game in Epcot. I love doofenschmirtz
Highlights include: getting to tell the hot British kid in the twinings shop the code phrase: “evil is my cup of tea”, the time I fluffed my code phrase in china due to (I can’t believe it but it is totes true) a bout of stage fright, and basically behaving like a ridiculously socially awkward 6yr old, while bolstered by the most amazing caramelised pineapple margaritas from the Mexican pavilion.
*by few I mean the only..
Taken during a rare moment of sunshine, this is where I slept during my two week trip to WDW. Fort Wilderness smells/feels/sounds like home to me. Taking the small ferry across the lake every morning, having bunnies, armadillos, deer, squirrels, and tons of the cutest little lizard guys all around me.. I miss it in a lot of ways. I mean, I missed my little sailboat, and my crazyass Jenkins Possum (yes that is his middle name), but there’s something so sad about not having someone make you endless bacon and real kona coffee every morning.
I think I might be spoiled?
(More vaca spam to follow, after I’ve edited.. And even a few vid clips… Oooooooooo)