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I think it best I start backwards with the most incredible event of the day, that being the chocolate-apricot-pistachio cake with raspberry gelato at Spoodle's, the most, decadent, insane, wonderful, endorphin-firing dessert on the planet. I'm still stuffed with chocolate-y contentment. (After.)

Today was Epcot day. It was supposed to be Animal Kingdom day, but we didn't get up in time. (Our overly ambitious plan is to get there at early-opening at 8 am tomorrow so we can get fast passes for Expedition Everest right away. I don't really see that happening, but it's nice to dream.) So we went to Epcot instead. By the time we got there, all the Fastpasses to Soarin' had been distributed. I was very eager to ride it again, but the wait was 70 minutes so we decided to come back later. Foolish-- when we came back a few hours later, the wait was 130 minutes. It soon jumped to 140 minutes. We gave up. The day I spend two-and-a-half hours waiting in line for panoramic scenery and orange scent (that I can't even smell) squirted in my face is the day I should be banned from all theme parks forever.

My feet hurt like a biznitch. I'm kidding myself if I think I can ever do a relaxing vacation at Disney World, because, like it or not, I'm clearly very obsessive about this place, and too many attractions are compulsory no matter how much I try to pretend they aren't.

Disappointment: The Fountain Bakery and Cafe was inexplicably closed. Happily, the Coca-Cola Ice Station is back, with the same selection of beverages, although minus the ice-cave walk-through entrance. Whatevs, the end results is still free sodey.

I finally saw "Turtle Talk with Crush" in the Living Seas pavilion and humiliated myself-- twice-- by trying to snap a picture with the flash still on (NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY). The second time, I was sure I'd had it off. The Disney lady wagged her finger in my face. At least it was an older lady. It would have been too embarrassing if one of the College Program kids had scolded me in front of the auditorium full of strangers. (There are two groups of employees at Disney World: kids 18-to-early-twenties who are here under the Disney College Program, and retired people who move to Florida and find themselves bored with canasta. I find the first group makes nice eye candy and the second makes me happy in a cozy, grandparent-y kind of way.)

There's some sort of Flower and Garden festival going on at Epcot now and there are Disney character topiary all over the place. Makes me miss the Elliott bush at the TTC in the '80's.* There's no Pete's Dragon merch to be found, not even a pin, which is sad for me, since I lost mine.

Steph's tipsy from the sangria we had with dinner and I'm enjoying not being the Immature one at the moment. She doesn't find it as funny as, say, Gina does when I make fart-noises on my hand in the elevator...

*Who understands what I just said? Kirsten.

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