Hooray for no school! Eh, it’s just an activity day, so I’m not missing anything. But anyway, I finally got around to properly cleansing my PC of evil programs, and it turns out I had a nasty trojan buddy of that CWS thing that’s been going around. But thanks to Merijn’s CWShredder, it was disposed of right quickly. And this whole story just to tell you I put up a new link. Guess where to? New article due either late Saturday or Sunday afternoon. Don’t miss it.
It took a little longer than I’d have liked, but the second Disney World log is up. I would have had it done yesterday, but I was out all night. It happens. Especially with me. Oh, and you’ll have to deal with any typos you might find, because it’s way too long for me to go over with to find an “it’s” that should be an “its”. If any of the picture links go to the wrong place though, I’d like to hear about it. That problem is easily and quickly fixed. So yeah, PC was trojan’d, but that’s gone as far as I can tell. Updates will resume normal pace eventually. Sorry about the mixed-up updates lately, that trip really threw off my rhythm.
First of all, it’s not my fault. I was going to update yesterday, but there are vile things going on with my internet. And for those of you thinking you’re all clever and such, I’m typing this at school. Ooh, I feel like such a rebel. But anywho, I’ll run every virus/spyware/hijacker killer I’ve got tonight and try to fix that little oopsie. And then all will be well… if it works. If not, well then you’re waiting a couple more days. So deal.
Okay, so the week went to complete waste. I’ll level with ya, I was just being lazy and putting off anything I should have been doing. Tomorrow there WILL be an update. Whether it’s going to be big or small, I don’t know, but it will happen. I’ve still got 6 days of Disney World coverage to do, and there are also a couple ROMs that I wanna bring to your attention in the next little while. You know you can’t expect much from a guy like me, but I will get back to regular updates eventually.
The first day was long, and we were all ready for a good nightâs sleep. Only problem was, nobody seemed to realize that that first day was going to seem like no big deal after the rest of the trip had gotten through with us. I knew in the back of my head that everything had only begun, even though Iâd seen and done what seemed like so much already. We were used to below 0 degrees Celsius, and now we were going to bake in the Floridian temperatures of over 80 degrees Fahrenheit (about 27°C). And there was going to be a lot more waiting, too.
But of course, you donât really tend to complain about waiting and heat when you get to go to Disney freaking World for almost no cost at all. Even with these impediments that usually prove fatal to people like us, we knew that it would all be worth it, because this is one of those âof a lifetimeâ experiences. After not nearly enough sleep (we were at Wal-Mart until way past midnight, and didnât hit the hay till much later), I got up and started preparing for the long road ahead.
Of course, nothing starts your day like a good shower, so I hopped in and turned on the faucet. I was instantly repulsed by the terrible odor emanating from the tap. Iâm not sure where exactly youâre not supposed to drink the water, but if Floridaâs not on the list yet, add it. The stuff smelled like terrible, and tasted as such. So I did a rush job and ended up about as clean as I was when I entered, but at least I was outta there. Oh, and the towels were scratchy too.
To make up for the horrible showering problems, the hotel we stayed at provides a free breakfast buffet every morning. So we headed on down and prepared to stuff ourselves full, as my dad had threatened that he wouldnât be feeding us at the parks due to sky-high prices. The spread was quite impressive. There were pancakes, waffles, cereal, muffins, fresh fruit, and danishes. I ate a waffle (These were real-sized. None of that Eggo crap), an apple, a muffin and a couple danishes and finished it all off with some OJ. My morning had officially been made.
After breakfast, we went back to the room and geared up for our first day of awesome. I was stuck with the backpack full of water bottles, but later would be grateful for their cooling effect, even if I did get a soaked back. So we left and headed out to the Magic Kingdom. The best part about it all is that the Disney World mini-city was located not three minutes from where we were staying, so we were there in no time. Not only that, but inside there were signs every six feet that pointed out where everything was, so there was no getting lost today!
Not even ten minutes after weâd left did we arrive at the parking gates to the Magic Kingdom. So far everything was going great, and the near future was looking up for us. We paid the hefty parking fee of $8 and moseyed on in. They have the best parking system in the world there, and after we parked, we were stuck with the trouble of figuring out what to do next. As we tried to figure out where we were, I said cleverly âRemember kids, weâre in the Itchy lot.â thinking I was so smart. Everyone laughed and we found out that we were really in the Minnie lot. Then we saw the tram car that would take us to our destination and hoofed it on over.
We hopped on the tram, and I heard the âItchy lotâ line at least 5 times, and felt a little less clever. But despite the terrible overuse of a Simpsons quote, the tram went on its way and took us to the real gates of the Magic Kingdom. There, we picked up our passes and waltzed in. But there was one final trial to overcome, and that was a giant lake. There were two ways over, a ferry or a monorail. We opted for the ferry, which seemed like the better choice at the time, and started our journey across the lake.
It wasnât a long ride, but everyone was getting very excited by the time weâd even gotten halfway across. We could see so many of the all-important Disney monuments growing closer in the distance, and the family kept asking the same questions about my last trip. It was growing irritating, and then it came into view. The castle. My mom had been longing to see the castle for pretty much all of her life, after seeing it week after week on that âWorld of Disneyâ thing on TV. I guess in a roundabout way, this really is the place where dreams come true.
Finally, we were there. The feeling you get when you arrive at the Magic Kingdom for the first time (that you can properly remember) is indescribable. Youâd think it would go for any of the parks, but nothing compares to this place. This is bar none (that Iâve ever heard of) the most extravagant place on the face of the earth. Everything stands out, and you can tell that when they built this place, not a single corner was cut, not one spared expense. If Bill Gates did something like this with his money, Iâd probably respect the guy. But seriously, best place ever.
Before we got anywhere though, there were small souvenir shops right near the entrance, and since it was the first day, we dove right in. The boys picked up pens and autograph books, and as for me, well I decided that Iâd just take the pictures this time around seeing as I left my old autograph book at home. After weâd finished our pre-park shopping, we passed through the train station and walked right into the middle of Main Street U.S.A.
Main Street is basically the long stretch of shops and such which leads up to the park’s hub, which is the castle. From there, the park branches out into six differently themed âlandsâ. While the Disney and Minnie statue certainly is a nice decoration, it doesnât exactly maximize seating space. Especially when someone has seated their bag in the empty spot. But there was no time to waste sitting down. After my brothers picked up their first few autographs, we moved on down the street. You know, hereâs a map for you, in case you ever want to get a kind of idea what the place Iâm talking about looks like on a map.
To our left were shops upon shops. To our left, more of the same. And while they all sported some sort of reason to visit all of them individually, we only entered a single store. Oddly enough, it was the sports-themed store. There were indeed plenty of sports-themed goods inside. If thereâs one thing you can say about Disney World, itâs that that thereâs no false advertising. And in the âbackâ of the store, there was even a huge screen playing some old black & white Goofy cartoons. Can you say âsweetâ? On a completely different note, there was one place on the street called âPenny Arcadeâ. It made me think of all the good times Iâd had reading the webcomic of the same name. Sadly enough, I never got the chance to check it out.
And right at the end of the street is this rather famous statue of Walt and Mickey. Thereâs not a whole lot I can say about the statue, except that it seems to be made of an excellent type of bronze, as it has withstood many many years, and is still in tip-top condition. Yup, thatâs about it. Canât move on yet though, cause the next pic has to be seen before I can. And I cantâ have this paragraph be too short, now can I?
There ya go. The most recognizable structure on Disney soil; Cinderellaâs Castle. Itâs actually not a whole lot, for what it is. Basically, itâs just the castle with a path through the bottom leading to the other side. Sure, thereâs a store and a restaurant to either side, but you really donât get to see much else. Sometimes some of the characters will be running around up on the balconies and putting on shows, but other than that, itâs a pretty boring hub. Itâs nice to look at and all, but like many beautiful girls, it lacks the substance necessary to make it truly incredible.
After we gawked at the castle for a while, we stood wondering where exactly weâd be starting todayâs adventure. I suggested the most excellent Tomorrowland, and after a few minutes of discussing why it was the most logical way to start, we were back to the chase. Unfortunately, we didnât get 20 steps further before we were stopped by the need to get the autographs of not only Chip and Dale, but Pluto as well. Now you might come up with some crazy idea that the character lines are unbearably long, but in reality, most of them arenât too bad. They move fast too, so we got the autographs and kept a-movinâ.
This was the best way to start, and I know, because Iâve done it twice now. Tomorrowland is my personal favorite part of the Magic Kingdom, but thatâs not to say that everything else isnât equally as impressive. In this picture, you can see the Astro Orbiter, which is basically one of those round-and-round spaceship rides, only itâs really high up. Itâs conveniently perched above a some sort of restaurant that they call the Launching Pad. At least I think it might have been a restaurant, I never actually checked the place out.
Between the two was the something or other, which was more a tour of the Tomorrowland area than a ride. We hopped on that first to waste a little time, and being the first thing we did, it was fun. At first it was nice and slow, but every once in a while it would speed up. Not to a pace much faster than that of a slow car, but my mom was still caught off guard. Oh boy, was she going to dread Space Mountain. So anyway, the ride took us on a tour of the place, and went through a couple of the more thrilling (than this) rides, like Buzz Lightyearâs Space Ranger Spin and Space Mountain itself.
When we were done with that little tour, we arrived at the Space Ranger Spin. Iâm sorry you canât see Buzz too well, but he was moving, and his face was being projected on so that it didnât look like another stupid animatronic robot. This was a fun ride. I hopped on, ready for some sort of tame roller coaster, but what I got was much better. On the âcartâ was a sort of steering device, and mounted upon it were two guns. The point of this ride was to shoot as many targets as you could. And to make it more fun, you could manipulate the steering device to make your cart turn in circles, which was obviously the feature that put the âSpinâ in the rideâs name. Buzzâs ride was a blast, even though I was only able to score a measly 1400+ points. Itâs not my fault thought. The guns donât have any real aiming device, so you can only shoot blindly.
After that, we planned to go on the mighty Space Mountain, but of course I was distracted by this place. You know I have trouble saying no to video arcades, so you shouldnât be too surprised. There were only two disappointments here: theyâd gotten rid of their Donkey Kong machine, and there was no Bust-A-Move. But if you can see past those faults, there are tons of other excellent games to play, such as Soul Calibur and a really cool turret game that spins around. Me, I found my glory in a Star Wars podracing game. While I had always kept a place in my heart for the N64âs Episode 1 Racer, this was the podracing game to beat all others. It was set up like a podracer, and the steering sticks were the same as youâd see in the movie. Not only that, but it was one of those head-to-head games too, so I got to have fun and smoke my brother all at the same time.
We left the arcade far faster than Iâd have liked, but there was plenty more to be seen around this vast park of wonders. Space Mountain was calling us, but we needed to waste a little more time, so we got some ice cream. I got me a chocolate-covered ice cream Mickey on a stick, and it was good, as expected. After we were done with that, we went on that tour-type ride again. After we had finished there, we finally headed over to the best part of Tomorrowland: Space Mountain.
The last time I had visited Disney World, I was only nine years of age, and was a very timid fellow. But before I left this time, I vowed to go on everything to make sure I had no regrets. And as far as the theme parks went, I kept my promise. My first challenge was Space Mountain. You hear stories about it, and you just know that itâs going to be crazy, so thereâs no way to not be even just a little nervous the first time you get near. Itâs a sight to see, that mountain. But I was going to do it. And I did. Due to the great new invention called âFastPassâ, we almost literally flew past the regular line, and only had to wait four minutes at the max to get on the ride. And once we were there, I knew it was going to be one helluva ride.
And let me tell you, it sure was. While I havenât been on a lot of roller coasters, Space Mountain is surely one of the best Iâve seen. At first it seems to be just your regular, run-of-the-mill coaster, but then the theme kicks in. Almost the entire ride is hurtling you through an almost pitch-black expanse of stars and screams. Itâs extremely fast, and definitely not for the weak of heart. My mom screamed for the whole ride, which was a good minute long, and when asked if sheâd go on again, she replied with a solid ânoâ. But me, Iâd do it again in a second.
Our last stop in Tomorrowland was the Tomorrowland Indy Speedway. This was one of those rides that wasnât popular enough to earn a Fast Pass machine, so we waited quite some time to get on this one. And while it was alright, it could have been a lot better. The premise is simple, you drive a car which is on something of a track and go around, then the next person gets in and does the same thing. Itâs not exactly a thrilling ride, seeing as the maximum speed is probably slower than that of the touring ride.
See, there are these rail things under the cars, and the wheels donât go over them, so if you drive badly, itâs gonna be a bumpy ride. The craptacular steering response didnât help matters either. But on the positive side, there are signs all over saying not to bump the car in front of you while youâre waiting to unload, and my dad rammed me several times. It was funny, but there was nothing I could do to retaliate, so I had to put up with the constant jerking. I did get to ride alone though, so nobody was there to criticize my horrible driving.
Before we leave, Iâll wrap up some final notes about Tomorrowland. Firstly, there are a couple boring rides here, like The TimeKeeper and The Carousel of Progress, and I was lucky to know that skipping these would be a great saver of time. Secondly, I really wanted to go on the Alien (as in Alien the movie) ride, but oddly enough, they had it closed down for some sort of remodeling. I was too scared to go on last time, so I was hyped to get on this time, and now Iâve been shot down. With any luck, itâs just to accommodate a Fast Pass line, so itâll be open if I ever get down here again.
Next in line was Mickeyâs Toontown Fair. It was closed for maintenance the last time Iâd been here, so this was totally new for me. After doing a little research, I learned that originally it was just Mickeyâs Toontown. Turns out they had closed it down to remodel it into a strange sort of town fair dealie. I guess itâs for the better that I never saw it before, as this seems worse than the original, and I wouldnât want to be disappointed, now would I? Actually, this place was rather boring, so Iâll just post a few pictures and summarize them all in one or two paragraphs.
The first one shows the water tower in front of Goofyâs Barnstormer, a decent roller coaster ride. It wasnât great, and it jerked more than a pubescent young man, but Iâd do it again if there was a short line. Next is Minnieâs house. I didnât go in because it was far too pink. Mickeyâs house was also present. For some reason he had a bike in his living room and a tent in his backyard, but I stopped asking questions long ago. You can see some of the unique plants in his garden and the autograph tent in the next two. That tent is huge, and filled to the brim with people. Mickeyâs autograph isnât worth that. And lastly is something that piqued my interest while going through Mickeyâs garage.
Other things that I saw in the Toontown Fair were a playground for small children, some sort of large boat which was apparently owned by Donald Duck, and a giant store disguised as a contest tent. There was indeed a lot of crap in there, and I was going to get me some giant Mickey gloves (because like the Hulk Hands, theyâre just irresistible), but opted not to when I saw the price tag. They didnât even make sounds. We found the Toontown Station, where we found a train that took us on a trip around the perimeter of the Magic Kingdom, and once we got back we left and headed due west for Adventureland.
But to get through to Adventureland, we would have to pass through Fantasyland first. We were going to save it for our next visit to the Magic Kingdom (this place takes 2+ days to see everything), but it was just impossible to say no to the teacups. So we got on, and the only person who enjoyed it fully was myself. Everyone else has this strange problem with spinning very fast, and they say something about âdizzyâ or something like that. Me, I get a kick out of it, so I cranked that thing as hard as I could and had a blast.
After that, we moseyed on back down to Main Street, from where we could access Adventureland. Everyone was still a little out of shape from the teacups, so we sat down. The heat and time had gotten to us to, so while we were there, we got drinks, hot dogs and fries. This was the last time that I remembered to take a picture of my food before it was too late, so enjoy your only view of what the food looks like in Disney World. Kinda familiar, I think⊠Oh, yes, and I had only a drink and fries, because frankly I wasnât that hungry.
So we were just sitting there regaining our strength when what do you know, a parade comes along. These things happen all the time in the Disney parks, so it wasnât a big surprise, we just didnât expect to be there at the right time. I had suggested that we not bother with the parades, but it was coincidence that had brought us to it, so I decided Iâd get some snaps in while I was there. Up above you see the top of the Mickey float. Itâs quite literally covered in Mickeys. Most were statues, but the one in the dome was like all the other mascots bumbling around the park all day.
As you can se, the floats were varied and all had different character themes. There were also many characters dancing around in the street, and before that day Iâd never realized just how hot Alice actually is. Not like that Blue Fairy. Uggh. So yeah, Pinocchio, Aladdin, evil guys, there were others too, like the princesses, and one with all of Mickeyâs friends and Peter Pan on it. Now why would they mix Pan with the Mickey crew? None of the other floats had mixed characters. It doesnât really matter, so onward!
We made it to Adventureland not long after the parade. Once inside, we stopped at a small shop to gawk at toy guns and personal fans. Once the family was done with all the shopping, we moved on and sorted out which rides we were going to go on. Up first was the Jungle Cruise, so we grabbed Fast Passes for that and then let my mom and brothers climb up the Swiss Family Treehouse, which was far too large and stair-covered for me to even consider getting near at this temperature.
When the Jungle cruise was ready for us, we hopped on a boat and the tour guide stated blabbering. Now, itâs really just a boat ride with statues or broken animatronics lined along the shore. Then there was the tour guide. He kept telling these terrible one-liners, and the worst part about it all was that I remembered every single âjokeâ he made from my last trip. So we got off a little angry, and went to get passes for The Pirates of the Caribbean.
While we wait for that ride, Iâll take some time out to properly explain what the Fast Passes are and how they work. Each popular ride has a couple of these boxes out front of it. What you do, is you put your tickets in, and they come out with passes for the ride theyâre by. These passes allow you to go down a completely different queue line and skip all (or at least, most of) that nasty waiting. The passes have a time on them, and at that time, you head on over to the ride and get on. The problem is that you can only hold one type of Fast Pass at once, so you have to wait until your time (which could be anywhere from 30 minutes to 3 hours from when you get it) , grab your next one, and get back to the passâ ride. Fortunately, theyâll honour late passes, so even if you manage to miss your variable window of opportunity, you can still get in the quick line.
Also, while we waited, my youngest brother and mom went on this ride. It didnât seem like anything I wanted to go on, so I skipped it. We just loitered around outside while they were on it, and I practiced taking pictures. And just to give you a little something to think about â the time we were here was about 4:00, so there was still a lot of day left. Fortunately, most of it was spent shopping or watching Big Daddy, so there isnât too much more to read.
Finally, The Pirates of the Caribbean. Itâs a good ride, with a couple thrill drops, but at the simplest level, itâs an indoor Jungle Cruise with proper animatronics. There seems to be some sort of story going on throughout the ride, but I missed it because I was too busy trying to take a good picture. I took a lot, but the one above was the only one not to come out way too blurry. And even that got screwed up by being far larger a size than I intended it to be. Musta pressed the wrong button somewheres along the line. But itâs still the best ride in Adventureland, even if it is hard to get pics of. I recommend it.
That being done, we decided weâd leave the other three lands until the next time we came, so we up and left the Magic Kingdom. Itâs not like we had a lot of time left, either. McDonaldâs had reserved the entire park for a company party of sorts, and it would be closed off to the public at 6:00. Now, you can really tell when a company is rich when they can reserve freaking Disney World for a staff party. I guess it just goes to show that they arenât lying about how many burgers theyâve sold.
So because my word count is nearing 4500 at this point, I think Iâll just do a little wrapping up. Basically what happened the rest of the night was: We went to an outlet mall so that my brother could look for shoes. He found them. Then we went back to the hotel, were I proceeded to laze around. We went out to the Olive Garden for dinner. I ate half a personal pizza. It was the most disheartening moment of my life. We also learned that in America, iced tea is quite literally tea with ice in it. We went back to the hotel again. Everyone went swimming but me, who proceeded to watch Crank Yankers and the first half of Big Daddy. The family came back and dragged me away from my movie to go to Wal-Mart again. Then we got back home and I slept.
All in all, Iâd say that the first day was one of the best. Mostly because it was the most exciting, but also because the Magic Kingdom is the best park. So Iâll be back eventually with the next installment of this crazy adventure, the day we went to Disney-MGM Studios. Itâll be packed with thrills, cool hats, and overhyped rides, so make sure that you donât miss out on my account of the second best thing that Walt Disney World has to offer.
My new article is up. Should have been done yesterday, but while I was writing I got distracted by lunch, and then GameCube. I just can’t resist tasty things. Or GameCube. Especially when my alternative is writing. Don’t get me wrong, folks, I love writing, but it gets tiresome and annoying after a while. So I took a day-long break. It’s not exactly the next installment in the Disney World saga, but it’s sort of a spin-off. Anyways, updates will hopefully be a lot more frequent this week, cause I want to finish this Disney World thing in as small a timeframe as possible, just to minimize unneccessary suspense. And that’s all for today.
No, wait. Gotta give a shout out to my buddy Justin, who hits the big 18 today. Happy birthday, man. You know I can’t afford more than this, so don’t expect anything.
Youâve read the first installment of my Disney World log, right? If not, go here to check it out. If you have, youâll know that while we were touring in Orlando, we came across a big freaking McDonaldâs. In fact, the biggest in the world. After seeing it on the Food Network, my mom and brother were determined to find this place while we were there. Not only did we manage to find it, but on the first day to boot. And as they had been raving for about a week at that time, it was really freaking big. So big, that it was advertising itâs greatness on the M signpost outside, and several other signposts in the vicinity.
Just as a little preface, Iâd like to point out that a lot of my pictures of this McDonaldâs turned out a little blurry. And by âa littleâ, I mean âterriblyâ. Iâm not sure why, as almost every other picture I took turned out fine, but thatâs the way it is, so youâre going to have to deal with it or go and do something else. The blur isnât so bad that you canât tell whatâs what though, so you should be able to cope rather easily. Now letâs get this party started.
So now weâll take a wondrous journey into one of the most amazing places that Iâve ever seen, and Iâve seen Disney World. Our tour starts outside, where amazingly, there is quite a bit to see. Just standing outside of this place, you can tell that itâs going to be like no other fast-food restaurant youâve ever seen. You have to witness it first-hand to get the full effect of how spectacular this place is, but Iâm going to do my best to give you a good general impression.
Well that one turned out horribly, but Iâm sure you get the picture. Itâs the big M sign seen in front of every single McDonaldâs restaurant, so chances are pretty good that youâve seen one. Only instead of a sign saying that theyâve sold so many billions of burgers, itâs got a fancy-ass electronic signboard that boasts about itâs hugeness and greatness. It also gives details on current specials, what kinds of food they serve there, and just how popular the place is. I can imagine that itâs running the 3 other McDâs restaurants within 30 feet into the ground.
And the fact that there are other McDonaldâs restaurants close by is the really sad part. I thought it was a pancake house that they had on every street corner, not a McDonaldâs. But on that note, there were a lot of pancake houses around. Especially IHOP (International House of Pancakes, for those not in the know. I just learned that while I was there.). That seems to be the granddaddy of them all. And while pancakes are good and all (now that I think of it, I wonder what the breakfast menu is like hereâŠ), Iâm at McDonaldâs, and thatâs what Iâve got to get back to reviewing. So in conclusion, while in Florida, I ate no pancakes.
You might not be able to tell so well from pictures, but this place, as I may have mentioned before, is frickinâ huge. Just look at it and compare it to things around it. Oh yeah, thereâs also the whole two-storey thing going on. Thatâs a big one. Not only is it huge, itâs exuberantly decorated as well. The huge fry box motif, the art all over the walls, and the lights and decorative crap coming out of every which way, itâs amazing just to look at. If you do ever visit, youâll probably be stuck standing in awe of this place for a good five minutes or so before you actually get inside. And it only gets more extravagant on the inside. If God eats fast food, this is where he goes.
When you walk in (and through automatic doors, no less) youâll notice that every bit of wall and possibly even ceiling is covered in something. To your right is the dessert bar, which Iâll get to later, right in front of you are swarms of people trying to get food, and to your left is the happy little scene pictured above. As you can see, weâve got ocean-painted walls, a huge map, a table for taking charity donations, and that token Ronald McDonald toy display. On the floor are some sort of funny footprints that point you to the exit (which you might miss with all this stuff going on around you), and the occasional shoe scuff, which might be unintentional.
Now this one is the real kicker. Look at all of that food advertisement and display. In the very back is the regular McDonaldâs counter area, where you get your food. Right in front of them are more little cash register machines, where you order your stuff. This is all a lot more complex than any McDonaldâs Iâve ever seen already. Then in front or that is their gourmet food displays. These contain pizza, real sandwiches, desserts, and seafood, among a bunch of other fancy stuff. You can see various signs posted around, like the black pizza sign above, the sandwich sign in the background, and that bistro gourmet sign to the left. Over on the right side, you can just barely get a glance at that dessert area and chef station. Thatâs right. This McDonaldâs has real chefs. That means food that wonât make you crap 5 minutes later (or block you for several days, as I would soon learn).
So while my parents stand in line to get us our grub, we decide to go explore this huge place. It might be the excess of people, or that fact that itâs crammed to the brim with games, tables, chairs and odds nâ ends, but it feels a lot smaller on the inside. Well, to be more precise, the first floor does anyway. The second floor is less jam packed, because the eating area is exclusive to downstairs, so thereâs a lot more room to move around, but weâre still investigating the downstairs, so Iâll get back to that.
As you can see in the picture, there are not nearly as many people as I might have led you to believe, but there were still an ample amount. You can also see that the walls are still painted from top to bottom, and thereâs decoration as far as the eye can see. Unless youâre looking out those crooked windows, because even downtown Florida, a place filled with more crap than you can imagine, looks bare compared to this single establishment. And you can also see a couple of the games along the back wall, and Iâll hint at it now, thatâs one of, if not the best part of this McDonaldâs.
Thereâs the kidâs/birthday area. Itâs just as covered in fancy as the rest of the place, and itâs even got those cool character chairs. Just looking here, can you imagine how exhilarating it must be for a kid to have his birthday party here? Even to attend a party here? Or Hell, if you were going to go to a party here, chances are that you live close enough to go whenever you so desired. And that would be great. A place like this is just one of those places you have to go to more than once if you ever get the chance. Just like Disney World, and I have been there twice. Not to boast or anything, though.
Ack! Itâs the attack of the blurry camera invaders! I swear⊠Itâs not that I screwed up. No. Iâm good at taking pictures. Whatâs that? I already admitted to screwing up at the beginning? Damn. Hoisted by my own petard. Now while that phrase makes very little sense according to dicitionary.com, Iâll take the Family Guy quote for what itâs worth. Now back to the stuff and such, this is the opposite wall to the kidâs area, and you can see that itâs covered in games, and the floor is absolutely cluttered with eating place. Itâs actually quite hard to move through the tables themselves, even when theyâre unoccupied. Going around the perimeter may be a longer trek, but it certainly is easier.
Oh gah! Itâs even blurrier than the last. Luckily, this one I can chalk up to wanting to take the picture fast so that girl wouldnât think I was taking a picture of her. Itâs just one of those things you have to watch for when you have a camera. You see the aquarium. Itâs cool and blue, but the fishies inside leave something to be desired. Theyâre tropical aquarium fishies and all, but theyâre no eels or mantis shrimp or anything really awesome like that. Just plain old angelfish and other brightly coloured aquatic critters. It is pretty big though, so itâs not a total loss. And even if they arenât special, fish are always fun to watch, in a bored sort of way.
You know, I think it might actually get better after this one. Iâm not sure, but we can hope, right? This little corner is jungle themed for some reason that I canât explain. It comes complete with tons of leaves and flowers hanging from the ceiling, a little statue thing with some water in it, and a rather dark air altogether. It certainly is different from the rest of the restaurant, and it really shows that they were trying to please as many as possible. This way, plant lovers can bask in their flora, and goths can sit in a dark corner. Fun for everyone!
and now, we get to the best part of the whole entire place, and one of the biggest highlights of my trip. Yes, itâs something that only I would get super-hyped about, and yes, I realize that it qualifies me as a huge loser, but damned if my heart didnât stop when I saw this beautyâŠ
Mc-freaking-Donaldâs has an F-Zero AX machine!!!! Just like it says in the title bar! Ever since GX came out, Iâve been searching the city for one, but up here in Canada weâre lucky to get cool stuff late, and most of the time, we just plain miss out on it. Iâll tell you this, If one of these machines does take up residence in Winnipeg somewhere (please inform me if you know of one!), I havenât been there, because I know I would have used or at least caressed it once by now.
To make my severe geekness a little more understandable, I love F-Zero. Iâm not a huge racing fan, but the Nintendo racers have always had a special place in my heart. Mostly because those are the only ones that you can control without being a racing freak. Damn that Gran Turismo and itâs complexity. Heck, damn all sim racers for being too hard for me to understand. But F-Zero, itâs not like that. The car turns when and where you want it to turn. If you want to make a sharper turn, you hold the sharp turn button. None of this spin-out, drift and slow-down-when-turning funny business. Just me, the track, and 29 other racers. All set to awesome music and beautiful sci-fi scenery.
and the arcade game only capitalizes on everything there is in GX. For one, the seat moves around while playing. And since itâs an extreme racer, it moves a lot. So much it needs a seat belt. And then the speakers are right in behind your head, so those awesome tunes are blaring in your ears all the way to the finish line. It may sound distracting, but anyone who doesnât like a hardcore mix of the Mute City music needs a serious re-evaluation of their musical tastes. Plus it sets the mood really well. Iâll even throw in this link, which you can follow to download every track from every F-Zero game. The steering was a bit touchy and oversensitive, but was easy to get used to.
Oh, just look at that. A perfect picture after all of that blur. Fitting, isnât it? Well, thereâs yet ANOTHER great thing about this machine that I didnât yet mention. If youâve got an F-Zero GX game save, and you bring your memory card, you can slot it in here and unlock a bunch of new machines, tracks and parts to play on GX. Yes, you can unlock them without AX, but itâs freaking hard. Just ask anyone whoâs played the game. Finishing the races on the AX machine is a helluva lot easier. And even though it might cost you a couple bucks to do it, the experience is definitely worth it. This is one of the greatest arcade games Iâve ever played, topped only by Pac-Man, Ms Pac-Man(which was also at this particular McDonaldâs), and Bust-A-Move.
So now that Iâm done with that little rant, itâs about time that we moved upstairs. Like I said earlier, up here there were no tables or chairs, so it was a lot less crowded, and access to games was much more convenient. If you turn around while heading upstairs, or happen to be on your way down, youâll see the scene pictured above. While the downstairs was built around the premise of eating and playing F-Zero, the upstairs is a much more patriot-friendly place. But of course, only for the American visitors. Foreigners like me feel completely out of place, eh.
Holy crap. Now that one is bad. More patriotism with the flag-bearing Lady Liberty, and behind her is a huge and brightly lit wall. Inside that wall is the prize room. Not only is this place awesome, it also takes the premise of Chuck E. Cheeseâs before it and implements a ticket/reward system. All the prize-type games might have been upstairs, but Iâm not sure, since I didnât even give most of them a second glance. I was far too caught up in F-Zero. Itâs kinda very sad that Iâm obsessing so much about a single arcade machine, but Iâve been looking for one for months, so I technically could have had a orgasm when I saw it and still been in the right. But I didnât, so Iâm not totally screwed for finding a girl yet. (Note: Even I have a limit when it comes to video game hype.)
And the monstrous ball pit/climbing structure is something you just canât ignore. This thing, like the restaurant, it huge. I couldnât go in it, of course, but you know I wanted to. All the twists and turns and windows and things inside. Itâs a spelunkerâs paradise. In the first picture, you can see a Rollercoaster Tycoon sign of some sort; itâs a pinball game. I thought it was pretty cool, but not cool enough to earn a picture. And in the second, you canât really see anything. Iâm almost ashamed at how bad these pictures turned out, but itâs not like itâs something I can just go back and re-shoot any time I want, so theyâll have to do.
Youâve all played one type of Cyclone game or another. Unless youâve never been to Ruckerâs or Chuck E. Cheeseâs, but thatâs impossible, so Iâll assume you all know how it goes down. In any case, they had both this Cyclone machine, and an identical machine called âTitanicâ almost side-by-side. Maybe itâs in case of a busy day, maybe theyâre just being redundant. I donât know, Iâm not a doctor, but I do know what didnât kill her. Smoking. Ah, now thatâs two Family Guy quotes that donât quite fit. Oh well, they bring back good and funny memories, so Iâll leave âem there. Family Guy rules.
And now that weâve seen pretty much everything there is to see in this Super McDonaldâs, itâs time that I leave. It had to happen, but not after one final race across Mute City. Well, after that, I was done, we had to leave for real, and on good timing, too, because there wasnât anything else I really wanted to take pictures of. But on the way out, thereâs one thing that stares you in the eyes through the whole long walk to the exit.
The ice cream bar. The most magical gift the human race has ever been given, and my last stop in the worldâs biggest McDonaldâs. There wasnât a huge selection of flavours to choose from, but all the best ones were there; bubble gum, cookies nâ cream, mint chocolate chip, rainbow, chocolate, chocolate swirl, yellow, and a couple less noticeable ones. I, the ever-hungry pile of human I am, decided that I would delight myself with some of this ice cream even though Iâd just eaten 4 double cheeseburgers, a super-sized drink and 3 portions worth of fries. I got the yummy bubbly gum flavour that I havenât had in the years since the awesome ice cream place we used to go to closed down. That was a sad summer for everyone.
See? Blue. It also matched the sign outside if held up properly. You might also notice that it says âinternetâ in the window. Yes, they had internet. Yes, I could have made a little post while inside. But it cost money and it was a touch screen, and I had racing and dot-eating to do. So I opted not to and simply went on my way.
And thatâs the end of that adventure into the wilds of fast-food land. Actually, if you compared it to the rest of fast-food land, it would be like the throne room where the king sits and get really fat. And now that Iâve typed over 3100 words about a McDonaldâs restaurant, I have to go and wonder why Iâm not doing this for money. Seriously. I would love to get paid for the site, but itâs not going to happen. So while I flush that pipe dream, Iâll leave you with a couple closing statements.
1. If youâre ever in Orlando or anywhere remotely close to it, make sure you visit this place. Even if you donât like McDâs food, theyâve got something for every taste. Theyâve probably even got caviar if youâre into that kinda stuff.
2. Buy me an F-Zero AX machine for my birthday. Itâs still 4 months away, but youâll need to start saving now. If nothing else, get me GX and a racing wheel so I can pretend.
3. Yes, they have a Bill Cosby standy. If thatâs not reason enough to travel down to Americaâs wang, I donât know what is.
Holy crap, I’ve been living a day behind eveyone else… And for like a week too. Just goes to show how little importance dates hold for me. Today I managed to post a new bit of craziness from good ol’ Steve. It’s about penguins. I’m sure you’ll like it. It’s just awesome the stuff he comes up with. And never for any real reason other than to look busy, either. So that’s up there, and more updates might come later tonight or tomorrow. Most likely the latter, as you’ve probably come to expect.
One out of nine new articles is complete. It’s up on the articles page, and the rest will follow during the rest of the week and next week. Possibly even dipping into the beginning of the week after. In any case, I have a lot of work to do. All for the good cause though, and now that I’m done for today, I can get back to studying for that test that I’m going to fail tomorrow. I hate Henri LeChatelier and his stupid principle.
I guess I can say a lot for myself. Iâve been to Disney World twice before I reached the 18th year of my life. Itâs a lot more than most people can say about the same topic, even if there are a few whoâve been there more. Other than that, though, I havenât really accomplished much. But this isnât about how Iâve done nothing noteworthy with my life up until now, itâs about my second trip to Disney World. So I guess Iâd better start on THAT then.
It all started way back in January, when I caught wind that my aunt and uncle (who had taken me on my first visit to the Disney World) were going to take my brothers there in April, since they hadnât been on the first trip. My parents were feeling bad for me, so they decided that theyâd spring to send me if I saved a couple hundred bucks and pitched in. With an offer like that, there was no way to refuse. Only I had no steady income, so I was lucky to have a nice little nest egg saved away. But that wasnât enough, and I still owe my parents a little coinage. Nothing big though, Iâll just work it off like one of those cartoon characters who forgets their wallet when they go to a restaurant and has to clean dishes to pay the bill.
So about a month later we went over to their house, where my bros were informed of the good news. Only there was a surprise twist for everyone. Instead of my aunt and uncle taking the four of us, they were just going to let my parents go instead! So now the whole family (except me⊠how did that happen?) gets a free trip to Orlando, Florida to bask in the sun and experience the wonder that is Disney World. I guess thereâs something to be said for having siblings. For my mom having siblings, anyway. Rich siblings.
Fast forward two months. We spend the whole weekend doing a whole bunch of random crap, and completely neglect the fact that we need to prepare to go on vacation for a week. So Monday rolls around and we start toying with the idea of packing. Tuesday comes, and everyone is packing all evening and night. I carefully pack more than enough clothes to last me the week, not adding in the washing machine factor. My suitcase is almost stuffed, and this will become a key factor near the end, so remember that. Nobody really gets any sleep, and before anyone realizes it, itâs three oâ clock Wednesday morning, and we have to be at the airport by 4:30
Weâre totally packed, confident that we have everything, and are waiting for our rides. Both sets of my grandparents came to take us to the airport since there are so many of us and so much luggage to go along. Now, itâs about 3:15, and my parents expect that weâre barely going to make it. Problem is, they forgot to factor in the lack of traffic in the middle of the night. So Iâm perfectly confident that weâll be on time. It might have been my keen intuition, it might have been the lack of sleep, but I wasnât nearly as in a rush as everyone else. So I took a picture of myself just before I stepped out the door. And because I was the main photographer, this is one of the very few pictures with me in it.
Ugh⊠My neck seems to have rolled horribly. Oh well. Itâs not like thatâs how it is all the time. Keeping on track, I hopped in the van and popped on my shades. My grandpa remarked that it was too early to be taking flash pictures, and nobody commented on the sunglasses at night thing, because thatâs the kind of thing I do. My family knows me well enough to not bother asking questions when I do something strange. So as I so cockily predicted, we made it to the airport with ample time to spare. Enough time, in fact, to enjoy a Tim Hortonâs coffee. Well, the coffee drinkers did, that is. Me, I just complained that we had to wait half an hour. And it was only going to get worse from there.
We unpacked all the stuffs and moved them inside. After waiting in line for a good half hour, we waved bye bye to the grandparents and moved onto the customs. Now Iâm pretty sure that all those people who claim that customs is really harsh are all exaggerating, if just a little bit. All I had to do was put all my crap in a bucket so they could scan it. Then we sat around and waited for the plane to get ready. This took another half hour at least. Finally, we were aboard the plane. And waiting. Again. Only a short wait this time, and after the captain gave the OK, I busied myself in my GameBoy for the flight.
There were two major problems with this flight. One, was that my brothers had never been on a plane before, so they got dibbs on the window seats. It doesnât seem like a big deal, but watching out the window of a plane is strangely entrancing. Secondly, due to the stupid part of the population who have allergies (or was it idiots who choked on them? Iâm not sure), I received no airplane peanuts. Instead, I was offered a granola bar and orange juice, which I grudgingly accepted, cause Iâd had no breakfast. The granola bar was so-so, but whatever kind of orange juice theyâre serving, it must be squeezed from the oranges of Eden, cause it was the best freaking OJ Iâd ever tasted. After 45 minutes or so of playing Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow, the captain said to turn off electronics and we landed.
Our first stop was the Minneapolis airport, where we would transfer onto our flight to Orlando. Since we had 2 whole hours to waste, we stopped in at one of the local McDonaldâses. Iâve gotten tired of hotcakes over the years, so I did something completely out of character and got mâself a McGriddle. Now Iâve read the review on X-E, and I know you can see yourself getting unhealthier as you eat it, but I wanted one, dagnabbit. I tried the eggs and bacon variety, and for someone who doesnât like eggs, I thought it was pretty damn good. Also noteworthy was a sign for the McRib, which instantly reminded me of the âRibwichâ episode of the Simpsons. And if you think a whole paragraph about an airport McDonaldâs is bad, just you wait. Thereâs a big surprise in the near future.
After that, we wandered the monstrously huge airport in hopes that weâd make it to our gate before takeoff. Yes, the Minneapolis airport is that huge. We did make it, and with a good hour to spare too. Fortunately for us, I have a special ability that lets me figure out where I need to go by reading signs that tell me which way to go. So we sat down, I played more Castlevania while listening to some sweet OC Remix tunes, and the time ticked by. It was getting boring, so we formed two groups; one which would sit and wait due to laziness, and one which would adventure in search of cool stuff to look at and/or buy. Surprisingly, I was in the latter.
So we walked down one hall, and then realized that there was nothing interesting to be seen in an airport other than the excess of âThe Daily Newsâ stores and went back to sit down. On the way back, I was distracted by a vending machine that had on display two types of bagged potato product: Potato Skins and Fritos. Now Iâve heard of Fritos, and they might be from the same guys who make Lays, and that was even more mind boggling, because there were Lays in the machine as well. I had no change on me, so I wasnât able to find out. I guess itâll be a mystery to me forever. As for the Potato Skins, I donât know whatâs going on there, but the bag says âT.G.I. Fridayâsâ, so Iâll just assume the worst.
Eventually we got on the plane and started to fly away. This time, I got the window seat, as evidenced by the picture above. If youâve never seen the top of clouds, there you go. Look remarkably like the bottoms of clouds, donât they? Anywho, this flight was going to be about three hours long. It was a good thing that I brought a lot of stuff to do. I popped on the olâ headphones and booted up the GameBoy Advance SP. Things were good until I got to Death (still playing AoS, of course). Now he wasnât much of a pain in Normal mode, but on Hard, he gives you quite a bit of trouble. So that got annoying and I gave up.
The âflight attendantâ came around eventually, and offered not a granola bar, but a bag of pretzels. These were a bit closer to peanuts, but still not the same. It would have been okay had they been good pretzels, but Iâll let you in on a little secret: airline pretzels suck. And thatâs all there is to it. The OJ was the same as on the prior flight, and I enjoyed it muchly. Now you may be wondering why exactly I took a picture of my âlunchâ. Well, on the first trip to Disney World, I took several pictures of my food, and it had turned into a running in-joke with my family. So of course, before I left, I was reminded on several occasions to take pictures of my food. Sadly, this is one of only two I remembered to snap.
After I had become bored with Castlevania, I moved onto MegaMan Battle Network 2, and did a little bit of NetBattling with my brother. See, there are these secret battle chips hidden in the game, and the only way to get them is to play against a friend. And of course, to make it a bit harder, they show up randomly. Thatâs the bad part. We played over 100 battles and only managed to get four out of ten of these secret chips. BN3 had the same problem, but there was only one secret chip per version. And Iâm delighted to hear that BN4 supposedly has none of these horrible things. On the upside, that did waste about an hour and a half, so it wasted a good amount of time.
Now Iâm convinced that we were riding in some sort of Transformer, mostly because itâs a funny thought, but also because the wings kept changing shape. Now I know that they do that for a reason, but itâs a lot funnier if I pretend that I donât. Just look at this shot compared to that other wing shot and tell me that there is no huge difference. âŠAh, this is really a waste. Itâs not nearly as funny in writing as it is in person.
After the lengthy GameBoy session, we cleared the bunch of clouds, and I watched the scenery go by as we slowly got closer to our destination. There are a lot of things that you can see from up in the sky, and one of those just happened to be a building shaped like and S! And not just any S at that. Specifically, it is shaped much like the S in the Metroid symbol. I thought this to be odd and worthy of writing about, so I took a picture of it and circled it in red because without the circle itâs kinda hard to see. Take it as you will, but I think that itâs some sort of conspiracy. Conspiracy of what? I donât know, thatâs why itâs a conspiracy.
After a short nap and some more window-watching, the plane finally arrived. We got out and were astounded by what we had to travel to get to our baggage. See, the Orlando Airport is divided into two buildings; one where you board and get off the planes, and one where you enter/leave the place, pick up your rental vehicle, and deposit/claim baggage. These buildings are amply far away from each other, and to travel between them, you get to ride a monorail. And itâs not just any monorail. It looks like it came straight out of some futuristic movie or something. Thatâs about it. If you failed to be impressed, you need to see it to get the full effect. Really cool monorail.
So we rode that, picked up our luggage, and went to pick up our vehicle. Only problem was, out of all the vehicle rental dealies, we got the one with the longest line. Talk about getting the shaft. So after about another half hour, we were finally on our way to our hotel.
This in itself proved to be an even bigger problem. Something had gone askew and neither my mom nor dad could figure out where we were supposed to go, even though they had two maps, one specifically printed off the internet to tell us where to go. After weâd finally collected our bearings and figured out where we were (this took almost an hour), we scanned the map to find out where our hotel was. Now there were two possibilities; either our hotel was the only one not on the map, or we were headed somewhere that didnât actually exist. To our relief, we found the place after driving all over town all day. And what a town it was. There was so much crap there that you could be there a month and not see everything. As I was already aware, the same would apply to Disney World itself.
This is where we stayed, the Marriott Residence Inn. It was a nice place, and it seemed to be relatively new as well. Trust me when I say that this picture doesnât show even half the place. The place had everything I could ask for; free breakfast buffet, an arcade room, full cable TV, and an internet-ready PC. I know I didnât make any posts during the trip despite having the tools to do so, and I can justify that. Every time I went to try to get on the PC, there were some stupid teenage girls IMing it up, even though there was a framed sign right next to the thing that said, and I quote âFor business purposes only. No chatting, please.â As useful as it is, I hate instant messaging. It just causes me to have less access to computers. Scratch that, I hate kids who use computers only for chatting, as they are most likely morons who know little more than how to use their P2P and IM programs, and donât deserve to be allowed to use computers.
Here are the pictures of the room that we stayed in, which is actually five rooms. One main room, with kitchen and lounge areas, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. This is quite possibly the fanciest place Iâve ever stayed, so I was impressed to say the least. I, of course, stayed on the couch-bed. I always choose the couch-bed over one of the real beds. Why? I canât explain it, but I prefer the humbleness of it all. Oh, and there were three TVs, one in each main room, so everyone could watch what they wanted all weekend. My brothersâ was seemingly stuck on MTV, because I donât think it ever changed. My parents did their thing, with the reality crap, and me, well I was captivated by a lot of the fancy American channels.
For most of the week, my tube was set to the Cartoon Network or the WB, and changing only to watch a little hockey and Big Daddy, which, if you havenât seen it, is a great movie. For the first couple days though, it was set to this one channel which was constantly looping this one promo for Disney World about the seven best attractions there. Now why would I watch this channel endlessly when I have trouble making it through a half-hour sitcom? Simple answer there: hot host. Seriously. Itâs not exactly the most dignified reason, but itâs the only reason I watched the thing even once.
Ooh! Hereâs a good one. Check that out! Itâs a silver and green fire hydrant, and not some kind of prop either. All of the hydrants were these funky colours. Maybe itâs just me, but Iâm always amazed by fire hydrants painted colours different than red and black/yellow. The red hydrant is the stereotype, and stuff like that is always constant. Why do places change the world-known colours? Itâs just crazy, thatâs what it is.
By the time we were ready to get a move on, it was already seven or later, so we didnât have a whole lot of time to adventure, but there were two must-see stops on our short first-day tour of Orlando. The first we had previously seen on the food channel: the worldâs biggest McDonaldâs. I told you it was only going to get worse. And it gets even worse than that, too. This place was HUGE. Iâm sure everyoneâs been to a Chuck-E-Cheese sometime in their life. Well this place was at least twice as big. It had 2 floors, tons of games, play areas, and decorations, and the most shocking part was that along side the regular McDâs fare was real food. Gourmet crap, pizza, real sandwiches, seafood, salads, and even a dessert bar with waffle cones! This place had EVERYTHING.
In fact, it was so big that Iâm going to write a full article about it. It was probably the most amazing thing Iâve ever seen, and I was ready to go home afterwards. It was like a whole vacation spot in itself. Let me say this, if you ever go to the States for a trip and you donât know where to go, head straight to Orlando and check this place out. It will absolutely blow your mind. But enough gabbing on about how great the place was, I was damn hungry by that time. I usually have an equal of four meals a day, and I had had less than one during this whole day, so I needed a big meal. Four double cheeseburgers with super-sized fries and drink hit the spot in a way I didnât think McDonaldâs could. The only repercussions were that the pipes were blocked up for three or four days afterwards.
On the way out, I picked up a cone of the ice cream variety and we started out to our second location: the legendary 24-hour Wal-Mart. And we were lucky that it was open 24 hours, cause it was at least nine by the time we left. Finding it wasnât too much trouble, since we got some advice from some friendly locals and were on our way in no time.
As you can see, we did get there, even though everyone who we told about it said weâd not have enough time to make it there. Oh we made it there alright, and at least two other times during the week as well. Weâre just one of those families who will eat at McDonaldâs twice in a day and find time to visit Wal-Mart three times while on a weeklong vacation to Disney World. Now is when you get to feel a lot better about your own family, unless they would do the same.
But this Wal-Mart wasnât only just open 24 hours a day, it was also a Super Wal-Mart. It was huge in comparaison to any other Wal-Mart Iâd ever seen, even that one Bizzarro Wal-Mart (That was on a completely different adventure. I fell asleep while in the van on a trip to hockey one day, and woke up to enter a Wal-Mart that was the exact opposite of the local store.). So of course, it had a hell of a lot more crap in it, but it also had an entire grocery store in it. The only thing wrong with it was that the electronics section was shamefully small and poorly stocked. It was less than half the size or my local Wal-Martâs electronics section, and just slightly bigger than most Electronics Boutiques (That Iâve seen, anyway).
After stocking up on root beer, juice, foreign cereals, and various other foodstuffs, we left the giant store and headed home for the night. All in all, it had been quite a day, and it was still only the first of eight. We all knew that it was going to be a very busy and fun week, and that we had plenty of walking and a lot more waiting ahead of us. At least the weather down in Florida is a lot better than it is up here in crusty old Winnipeg. And the scenery too, the grass was a brilliant shade of green, the palm trees were everywhere, and most notably, there were eye-catching monuments of buildings everywhere. Among the most notable of those buildings were an upside-down museum thing, a huge inverted metal pyramid (the Hard Rock Vault), and one big freaking shoe on top of a closed-down sporting goods store.
After we got home, I ate some more, watched a little TV, audited my pictures and went to sleep after a rousing round of Ms. Pac-Man. So ends my tale for now, but be sure to tune in for part two of this extraordinary adventure, where we make our first stop at the Magic Kingdom, visit Wal-Mart for the second time, and discover a giant outlet mall where dreams come true.