Epcot! When I went to Epcot back in the late 80s, I had the worst visit to Disney. Ever. Car broke down, had to wait for the replacement car in the parking lot. Got into the park to face huge lines. Spaceship Earth died on us half way through for 45 min and we got to hear how “Billy” couldn’t repair his “hoverbike” before his date. Wha? On the way home we ran over a possum.
This time SharkBoy made the day great. We got all the rides done with minimal drama. Well – Minimal meaning I left my $500 camera with the entire weeks worth of vacation photos behind after leaving Soarin’. When the ride attendant came through the ride door with my camera it was the greatest thrill we had that day. We spent the rest of the morning making jokes about what a sequel to Soarin’ would be called: “Hey if the ride flew over ice caps it could be called Cold Soarin’!”
Another thrill was being gouged at the Mexico pavilion. Lunch for two got us an $80USD bill. Wow. Two margaritas, a sample plate of Mexican dishes and a dessert. Not cheap.
We manage to make it all the way around the lake.
We zip home for a disco nap and hightail it over to Magic Kingdom just in time to see the SpectroMagic parade and then hoof it over to the front of Cinderalla’s Castle to see the fireworks.
I have to tell you at this point I was pretty emotional. A week of surreal landscapes, over stimulation and knowing we were going back to the real world the next day put me into a funk. As I looked up a the castle I thought about how much fun I had had all week and how much I loved SharkBoy for bringing me here and all that he did to make us have a flawless vacation.
And that’s when Tink flew out of the castle.
This woman, dressed in light-up Tinkerbell costume, zip-lines out of the castle, straight down Main Street, waving her legs and wand just like Tink would, at a height of about 150 feet off the ground. Even though she was moving pretty fast, it was dark and she was so high up, you could see her smile. Big. The kid beside me wails “TINKABEL!” and I choke up. It’s truly fucking magical.
We tried to stay on after the fireworks (the park was open to 2am for resort guests) but after seeing the Country Bear’s Jamboree and one last ride on Splash Mountain, we looked at each other and conceded that it was over. We were too tired to go on.
So that was it. So magical. Too short. I felt 33 years young. I spent way too much money on food and barely anything on souvenirs but it was worth it. We’re going back next year.