Our last day – well, technically our last day was the next morning scrambling to get to the airport, but I’m not blogging about that – on our trip was Hollywood Studios. This is the Disney park dedicated to movies; for example Star Wars was there. There’s still no Marvel for some legal agreement reason, so I still hate lawyers, I discovered. HOW CAN YOU OWN MARVEL AND NOT HAVE A CAPTAIN AMERICA FOR ME, I MEAN MY KIDS, TO MEET AND HUG AND TAKE HOME WITH ME, I MEAN THEM. I’M TRYING, I MEAN MY KIDS ARE TRYING TO HOLD IT TOGETHER RIGHT NOW, HOLLYWOOD STUDIOS PARK.
We made due. We got to check the list off and get Daisy Duck pictures and then ran off to a junior Dance Party! Of all the jobs on Earth, of all time, from executioner to dung farmer to door to door salesman, being on the dance party staff would be my least favorite job of all time.
I was in a room with 250 yelling kids, techno music and special guest dancers like Vampirina (huh?) and Doc McStuffins and very high energy DJ’s. I knew why there was a booze kiosk right around the corner. The kids liked it…you learn to use that phrase at Disney. Oh the kids liked it…drifts in and out of consciousness, drools a little.
We had lunch at a 50’s style diner (again, food was great). The gimmick there was John, our server, was really rude and I loved it. I finally found a kindred spirit. He shamed a guy for using his cell phone. He led the whole section in a taunt. He was even sarcastic to the kids. It was great. Except when he mocked me for chugging my drink. First off I was thirsty and second, I’ve been at Disney parks for four days. Bring me two more or buzz off, daddy-0 or whatever they said in the 50’s.
Toy Story Land was cool (except it led to yet another toy purchase, thanks Slinky Dog ride). We had a really tight window for the next FastPass so I picked up my daughter and ran the best I could. Fat dad post pot roast and cheesecake, carrying his toddler, sprinting through a hornet’s nest of people wasn’t pretty. I breathlessly got to the Little Mermaid…one minute too late. In a very non-Disney move, they wouldn’t let me in. It was the only time I was mad about the service, so it must have something important, like the entrance was blocked by props now. Luckily, there was a strategically placed beer stand, which may have saved a few lives that day.
We then saw Chewbacca and called it a day, as it takes 43 hours to pack back up and go home when you have an infant and a toddler. All in all, it was a really great trip. The food was much better than I anticipated, the service and staff at all levels was tremendous and my kid is still talking about it almost two weeks later. The magic truly ended, both literally and symbolically, when our bus pulled into the airport. At the exact second we entered the drop off, an eight year old girl in front of us projectile vomited onto the seat in front of her. Welcome back to the real world!
