With our bellies filled with nomtacular food, we were ready to conquer the World (not the world) and all its libations. The plan had been to start in Mexico with margaritas, but as I had previously mentioned, Missy isnt fond of Sauza tequila and I, well,
any kind of tequila could have possibly caused issues of Number Three proportions. Instead we were content to keep moving to the left (NOBeyonce).
Though we were sure that Norway had some fantastic alcohol to go along with its impressive architecture and craftsmanship:
we were instead irreversibly drawn to the Number One, Most Incredible, MUST RIDE ATTRACTION IN DISNEY WORLD:
And its a Fastpass.
I KNOW! Its incredible!
Despite the fact that we were
certain that all of the Fastpasses wouldve been distributed for the day, given the rides obvious popularity and fan-following, we were still able to get on in two shakes of a lambs tail. And were even directed to Row Number:
We were left heady and tipsy by the ride through Norways
rather disjointed history. Though sorely tempted to stop and watch the movie, unfortunately it was standing room only.
::cough::
Since we didnt sample any of Norways beverages, we decided that we should at least try on one of Norways more refined and famous careers.
Vikings (NOMinnesota) we be.
And no, I cant believe that we werent drunk either.
At this point having had enough fun thoroughly making fools of ourselves to the delight of other Epicot visitors, we decided to head on, to:
China.
Where we realized there was really nothing we wanted to imbibe there either. But we WERE able to stumble across our very first Photopass photographer (who reminded me a week after returning home how ickysweatygrossunpretty (yes, its a word, not my fault you cant find it in the dictionary) I was that rather humid evening).
And we were happy and wanted so very much to commemorate our trip together with the very first picture we would BOTH appear in, in China. Which is Where the Magic Lives. Tinkerbell even says so.
And might I remind you that we had not yet consumed anything alcoholic, so we were, in fact, standing up straight, and if the palace in the background is leaning, perhaps YOU should lay off the after dinner glass of red.
Well, that or the Photopass photographer had had a couple of margaritas on his way to his post in China.
We wandered about a bit, through the shop and then decided to continue on to Germany to finally attempt to even up the Epicot Alcohol Offering score, which was currently Us: 0 Epicot: 3.
Only, it wasnt quite evened up since Im simply not a beer drinker. Missy, however, enjoyed a Becks for the both of us.
Us: 0.5
Epicot: 3.5
I DID however purchase myself a bag of Haribo Alphabet gummies. Because Haribo is the ONLY gummy. It is THE gummy. The SUPERIOR gummy. So, take that, Epicot.
From Germany, we headed over to Italy. Mmmm. Italy.
Did you know that one of the first things you encounter as the German landscape slowly morphs into the gardens outside Doges Palace is a kiosk? It sells drinks. Adult drinks. And maybe other stuff, but we arent sure, to this day.
Missy eyed her beer and then eyed the kiosk drink menu.
Beer.
Menu.
Beer.
Menu.
(Id already decided what I was having.)
Now, Missy and I have done our fair share of drinking in our short, ahem, legal, lifetime, but Im always amazed to see Missy chug down a half cup of beer.
We were ready.
Missy ordered the Italian Margarita: traditional margarita mix, Limoncello and grappa.
While it did sound tasty, the grappa scared me a little. I knew how potent it could be. I opted for the safe and rather delicious Peach Bellini: champagne and peach puree.
Both were absolutely wonderful. And I had a sip of Missys margarita and it is now on my Must Do list for my next trip to the World. Folks, the Italian Margarita is NOTHING to be afraid of. Think Lemonade. With a kick.
With drinks in hand, we slowly strolled through America.
Home of fried chicken and apple pie.
General Motors and Spongebob Squarepants.
Britney Spears.
We kept on walking. I mean we LIVE there for Petes sake. (Whos Pete? By the by.) Besides, I had no idea when the next showing of the American Adventure was or when and if the Voices of Liberty would be performing next.
Japan. Ah, Japan. My all-time favorite pavilion in the World.
I wasnt sure that I was up for some sake, so while Missy perused the sake and wine selection in Mitsukoshi, I perused, well, everything else. Mitsukoshi is a little piece of shopping heaven for me. Knowing that we would be back again, I didnt buy anything. Eventually I wandered back to Missy, whod just put down the tiniest cup and was holding out to me what looked like a rather large Italian olive. It was not (wrong country), it was a plum, which had been marinating for some time in some Japanese plum wine.
Whhooooooey! That little sucker was potent. And nommy.
We headed out of Japan, purses intact, and wandered
past Morocco. The drinks were catching up with us and despite having wanted to try a Tangerine Daiquiri there, knew that we were planning on toasting each other at least once more in France. Mental note to return to Morocco for further exploration later in the week.
We wandered with rather slow purpose to the wine/champagne kiosk in France. Here we met a couple of pleasant French boys with rather French accents. Missy asked them over and again to say her name, to say their own names, to say whatever phrase first came to their minds, all in French. We finally ordered, before the small line behind us formed a mob and passed out pitchforks and torches. We both picked out champagnes and moved away towards the bridge to the UK to toast each other, where we found our second Photopass photographer.
In a word, the evening had been, perfect.
Looking at the time, we realized that Illuminations was fast-approaching. We werent obsessed with finding the perfect spot, just with finding a spot where we could mostly see it. We ended up somewhere in the UK, close to the railing by the lagoon, and had a decent view. We finished our drinks during the performance and I did my best to keep from tearing up as we turned and headed towards the front of the park to the tune of Promise.
Dude.
Tears. Every. Time.
Is it just me?
We both needed to use a Tinkletorium at that point and while I wasnt brave enough to venture into Canada, SORRY the OUTPOST area
, we didnt think we could make it back to the room. We stopped near The Odyssey instead and then headed along that walkway to the front of the park. I pointed out the lighted sidewalk to Missy and got a spectacular picture of SE on my phone as we reached the Leave A Legacy graveyard and the end of our night.
Once at the top of the monorail platform, and having completed our cardio for the day by making it up that darn ramp, we thought about asking to ride at the front, but there was a family already waiting. Mental note, try again during the week. We were satisfied, then, to simply have seats, and headed back to the resort and the room without event. We turned in for the evening and as I drifted off, I smiled at the day at DHS we had ahead of us.
Toy Story Mania!
Fantasmic!
Nausea!
Ok, maybe I didn't know yet about that last part...
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