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More Disney!

Posted by Lissa on October 7, 2009

Funny thing — I absolutely HATED roller-coasters when I was growing up.  They scared me to death and I’d miserably whimper the whole time if I had to ride one.  Sometime in high school it changed over, and now they rock my socks.

Outside the Rockin' Rollercoaster

We went over to Disney Hollywood Studios the second day and, thanks to the super-short lines, accomplished our business in short order:  We rode the Tower of Terror once and the Rockin’ Roller Coaster twice.

Adrenalin rush accomplished, we went to Ireland for a snack:


That’s right, the International Food & Wine Festival was on at Epcot.  We shared a tiny lobster-and-scallop pie (topped with whipped potatoes instead of pastry — weird), a little cheese plate and a petite cup of honey mead.  We didn’t want to eat too much before Mission Space!  (Weer’d Beard — of COURSE we went Orange.  What do you take us for?  😉 )

We visited Nemo and his aquarium . . .

Cuttlefish says, "Don't let Mario Battali near me!"

Cuttlefish says, "Don't let Mario Battali near me!"

. . . and then met up with Mike’s parents, who live perhaps an hour away from Disney and therefore have annual passes.  The four of us wandered about, eating and drinking and stopping to watch the occasional show.  (Such as the Voices of Liberty concert, a snippet of which I posted Monday.)  We also stopped to watch a show with a “chef”, his acrobatic assistant, and some chairs, and I won’t lie — this show scared the HELL out of me.


The chairs didn’t seem to interlock in any way, and even so — the chef would occasionally “grab” one to hoist himself up or down and it was all I could do not to run screaming.

We had a lovely day, truly.  We ate and drank samples from places all over the world, and walked until my feet almost dropped off.  (Four people is a good number to hit a food and wine festival, BTW; it lets you easily divide dishes so you can get a taste of everything without gorging yourself.)

Let’s finish the post with a fashion show, shall we?

Mike is rather a-moose'd

Mike is rather a-moose'd

I'm not a stinky-head, YOU'RE a stinky-head!

I'm not a stinky-head, YOU'RE a stinky-head!

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