Primarily, I have to share about the new section of Fantasyland that had its soft opening last night. Some of my fellow FGITs and I scooted straight over to the Magic Kingdom after work and (after a quick hotdog break at Casey's Corner) bolted for the back of Fantasyland, past the teacups and through a formerly walled off area to emerge in to the most beautifully colorful circus I have ever seen.
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| Picture this with me and three other grown women screeching |
While only a small portion of the Storybook Circus section opened it was still so exciting to be there on the very first day it was open to the public. Only two attractions are up and running at the moment (and Dumbo is only at half capacity, really.) Dumbo has undergone quite the face lift and is looking stunning.
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| *shing* *sparkle sparkle* |
A perennial favorite among people too scared to ride Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, the Barnstormer has returned as the exact same ride but rethemed as The Great Goofini's stunt show. The prop work is actually, not surprisingly, really hilarious. Lemme show you...
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| Ticket Booth Entrances |
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| A previous production, no doubt successful |
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| Another former show, obviously more successful than the last. |
I knew I was with the right people because not only did my fellow FGITs start chanting "Goofy! Goofy!" as soon as we boarded, but the entire train got in on it. Then we all started laughing when the operator said, over the mike, "Have we got some cast members here?" and everyone on the train threw up their hands and cheered. We screamed louder that whole ride than any other car and everyone attempted the the Goofy yell. When we returned to the station the FGITs and I yellled "Another round!" and waved our arms around as if buying shots for the whole car. (This is apparently a thing people do in places other than rap videos, I am told.) I cannot wait for the rest of the new Fantasyland to open but for now I am content with riding the Barnstormer over and over. Preferably without having to get off between runs.
And now a little housekeeping:
We recently had apartment inspections which occur twice during our program to make sure we aren't putting on amateur wrestling competitions and smashing the chairs or smuggling illegal immigrants or cats or watching Song of the South and telling people about it. In order to prepare for this inspection we proceeded to erase all evidence of us living here, essentially. Bleach was involved and a great deal of my Disney purchases, which previously lived under my bed in several shopping bags (I have a souvenir problem... I'm dealing with it...) moved to the trunk of my car for the day. This speedy stuffed animal exodus was well worth it, however, when we received the White Glove Award for an exceptionally clean apartment. As a token of appreciation for not having 40 cats and 8 migrant workers living in our apartment (like I wanted) we were gifted a massive box of Ferrero Rocher chocolate. We felt quite fancy dividing them up and hording them away like gilded chipmunks, all while cackling maniacally as I brought back in the souvenir army and we returned our overly large collection of magnets to the fridge.
My fiance was in town this week (thus my radio silence) along with his family. I was very happy to see them all and, of course, especially happy to see him. It has been agreed by the FGITs that he looks like Prince Phillip and so he can stay. He met me at work. I was Pixie Dusting and looked up from my most recent small child to see him. My eyes felt hot but in a good way and I flitted over and hugged him openly, no doubt coating him in glitter. All the FGITs, who were standing around as the night was nearly over, oohed appropriately and I have never changed out of my costume faster than I did that night. It was wonderful to have him here with me at my favorite place in the world. We spent wonderful days at the park and had a great trip to the beach where I acquired the newest level of my wicked tan (not even kidding, guys.) Most importantly, I convinced my dearest love to ride the Rockin' Roller Coaster. This was essential because, although I did not share this with him before hand, our impending nuptials were severely threatened by the knowledge that I would have to single rider all the best rides for my entire married life until I had kids. And what if my kids turned out lame? The threat was too much. Fortunately, the thrill of the coaster was too much not to enjoy and I have converted him to a fan. The wedding is still on. Mark your calenders for that date I swear I'll set soon. Honestly.
Darn. I knew I was supposed to be planning a wedding while I was down here...
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