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- Jul 3, 2018
Day 7, Part 3
January 28, 2023
"Did She Just Call Me Allie?"
Not to be outdone with ourselves, Mel and I took one last global trek around the World…Showcase.
Pop Mel on an ECV and she can take on the world.
We slowly made our way over to Pop Gallery where I had picked up the small Edward Scissorhands print a couple of days ago and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted another version of my old friend.
This print was slightly more than the last, I think it was about $50-60, but I had to have it.
I shuffled over to the register and handed the cashier my 2nd art purchase of my entire life.
“Oh, Nomiie is right there. She can sign the print for you if you want.”
And want I did.
Now technically, my print was already signed so I’m not sure exactly how much MORE signed I wanted this print to be, but Nomiie drew a cute, quick little Edward next to her signature and then gently slid it back into the plastic.
“Can I draw you as a monster?” Nomiie asked me, handing me back the art.
So that, dear friends, is how I am now officially a monster drawn by Nomiie herself. Googly eyes and colorful eyeshadow included.
Beard and all
Bidding Nomiie farewell, Mel and I headed off towards China. I was growing parched and beginning to dry out like a stream in a drought. I mean, it had probably been about 30 minutes since our last snack! The madness!
I decided to stop at Joy of Tea and ultimately decided on the Honey Hibiscus Iced Tea, sans alcohol.
Honey Hibiscus Iced Tea: “Lightly sweetened, organic tea, and blueberry Boba” $6.95. Add rum for $5.05 more.
The iced tea was pretty good and a nice alternative to soda. It was just sweet enough for a bit of an afternoon pick me up but not overly, sickly sweet like a sweet tea would be.
It’s no Strawberry Oolong Slush (RIP) but it did the trick.
We headed back into the Mexican pyramid to bid ol’ Mexican Donald a fond farewell and to take a quick sneaky peak to see if he was moonlighting as a potted plant again.
He wasn’t. All was right in the world.
The standby was posted at 5 minutes, but shockingly enough we had to wait around 10 due to a couple of other parties in front of us also utilizing ECV’s.
But soon enough we were off. And soon enough we were off.
Our time at Epcot was quickly ticking away but we managed to get on one last nail-biting, knee-quacking ride.
Spaceship Earth.
Standby was posted at 5, but since the line never stopped moving, we were on in about 2.
We each opted for our own row, which is a pro move.
Even if the on-ride photo does not look very pro.
Soon we were thanking the Phonecians, watching Rome burn, and creepily staring at a grown man trying to nap. Eventually, our time machines slowly rotated backwards for our return to Earth and then tossed us back out into Epcot so Mel could return her ECV for the last time.
We took one last long look at the the Great Big Golf Ball in the sky before we waddled to the rideshare drop off/pick up and patiently waited for our Lyft driver Adam to whisk us away to our next destination.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!!” Mel yelped next to me.
Mel showed me her phone. Remember how the night prior, I said Mel swore off cars that were high off the ground? Remember that?
Disney karma always bites back.
“It’s a stupid pick up!” she half-shouted at me.
I looked at her, she looked at me.
Now, the truck did look like a lifted Ford F-150, so I’ll give her some credit for her panic.
“There’s no way that the truck doesn’t have a foot rail or a “oh s**t” handle for you to grab onto. There’s gotta be something,” I reassured her.
“Watch it doesn’t.”
And watch, it didn’t.
Now Adam might’ve been a cutie but his truck was a bit impractical to use as a Lyft. There was, in fact, no foot rail or “oh s**t” handle. There was literally nothing. I managed to climb in by grabbing onto the side of Adam’s seat in front of me (which was a little awkward since I was literally half an inch away from grabbing his shoulder by accident) and then I turned to look at Mel.
Who was still standing outside of the car, looking in.
“Get your bottom in first, the rest will follow!” I reminded her, in between fits of laughter at Mel’s Lyft luck the past 2 nights.
Eventually, after some choice words muttered under her breath, Mel, Adam, and I were on our way to Wilderness Lodge for our final dining reservation of the trip.
Adam was kind enough to slow to a near-stop so Mel and I could tuck and roll our way out of his truck and scamper into the resort.
We spent a couple of minutes looking around the gift shop and lobby before I checked in for our 8:20 Artist Point reservation at 8.
Mel and I parked ourselves in a couple of the rocking chairs in front of the fireplace and felt the “go-go-go” of the past week slowly sneak up on us.
I’m pretty sure I melted into one of those rocking chairs.
At 8:18, I got our table ready text and Mel and I were led into the restaurant.
And then parked at the very first table when you enter.
Mel and I both have never been to Artist Point, ever. Not before the menu and concept change nor after. This was a first for both of us.
Our server came over very quickly and told us that this was also her first time here. No, really. She was just helping out. She is usually at the Star Wars Hotel but picked up a shift at Artist Point that evening to do someone a favor.
Mel ordered a coke, I ordered a Wishing Apple Punch.
Wishing Apple Punch: “Crisp apple, white cranberry, and Sprite ®. Souvenir glow cube available for an additional $3.79” $6. I do believe I got the glow cube, even though it doesn’t look like it.
Our server let us know that due to Mel’s shellfish allergy, our apps were going to come out on two separate plates. One for me, one for Mel. And they didn’t get put on the cool tree- which actually bummed me out a little since it’s such a fun presentation and we got pre plated apps on a plate slapped down in front of us. But that’s just me being nit picky.
Wild Mushroom Bisque: “Chive oil.”; Hunter’s Pie: “Turkey and chicken, cranberry preserve, crispy sauerkraut.”; Wicked Shrimp Cocktail: “Bloody Mary vinaigrette, seaweed salad, spiced house-made seasoning.”
The kitchen replaced Mel’s shrimp with a simple, but delicious, tomato and onion salad.
We both thought the mushroom bisque was far and away the best app on the plate but generally liked them all. Well, I liked them all. Mel didn’t even touch her tomato salad so I ate it for her. I wanted to try everything!
For our entrees, Mel went with the prime rib while I decided on the beef stroganoff.
Royal Prime Rib Roast: “horseradish-mashed potato, carrots, jus.”
“Cottage” Beef Stroganoff: “tender beef, preserved vegetables, spaetzle, mushrooms, aged cow’s milk cheese.”
Mel really liked her prime rib but thought the popover that it came with was the best part; but she said the prime rib was cooked perfectly and has never met a mashed potato that she didn’t like.
I liked my beef stroganoff but I don’t think I would order it again. It was very one-note and I’m one of those people that needs a mix of texture and flavors. It was very much like a stew, and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the preserved vegetables.
But then, my friends, then magic happened! Our desserts were placed on our little tree and all was right in the world. All I wanted was to use the stupid tree, and now was my chance!
Miner’s Treasures: “Cookies ‘n cream panna cotta, chocolate gems”; Fairy Tale Gooseberry Tart: “Meringue and gooseberry.”; “Poison” Apple: “dark chocolate-apple mousse, sour center.”
I’m not a big dessert fan, I go for more savory foods over sweet, but I did think the desserts were all average to slightly above average, but I don’t remember favoring one far more than the other.
Oh yeah, we also met a couple of dwarfs, a princess, and an evil queen. Minor details. Don’t forget, we got to use the tree!
This is how Steven summons us.
For $65 each, we thought that the dinner was fine. The food was fine. The dessert was fine. The character interaction was fine. But we wouldn’t rush to go back.
We trudged back through the lobby of the resort and headed out to our Lyft- our nice, normal Lyft at 10:13.
We were dropped off back at SS a casual 14 minutes later and both of us began packing up our bags to head back up to the cold, treacherous north the next day.
Yes, yes. Including Mel.
A shower, bath bomb soak, and a slathering of icy hot on my knees, I was in bed by 12.
UFO: “Extraterrestrial fruit and alien berries” $10.99
The alien, which I thought was a fun touch originally, was absolutely disgusting. His gross little hair poked through the bath bomb before it was used and when he was finally released from his bath bomb prison, he was a soggy hairy mess. Gross.
And Mel? Oh, you already know.
***Coming up: New Jersey isn't ready***
January 28, 2023
"Did She Just Call Me Allie?"
Not to be outdone with ourselves, Mel and I took one last global trek around the World…Showcase.
Pop Mel on an ECV and she can take on the world.
We slowly made our way over to Pop Gallery where I had picked up the small Edward Scissorhands print a couple of days ago and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted another version of my old friend.
This print was slightly more than the last, I think it was about $50-60, but I had to have it.
I shuffled over to the register and handed the cashier my 2nd art purchase of my entire life.
“Oh, Nomiie is right there. She can sign the print for you if you want.”
And want I did.
Now technically, my print was already signed so I’m not sure exactly how much MORE signed I wanted this print to be, but Nomiie drew a cute, quick little Edward next to her signature and then gently slid it back into the plastic.
“Can I draw you as a monster?” Nomiie asked me, handing me back the art.
So that, dear friends, is how I am now officially a monster drawn by Nomiie herself. Googly eyes and colorful eyeshadow included.
Beard and all
Bidding Nomiie farewell, Mel and I headed off towards China. I was growing parched and beginning to dry out like a stream in a drought. I mean, it had probably been about 30 minutes since our last snack! The madness!
I decided to stop at Joy of Tea and ultimately decided on the Honey Hibiscus Iced Tea, sans alcohol.
Honey Hibiscus Iced Tea: “Lightly sweetened, organic tea, and blueberry Boba” $6.95. Add rum for $5.05 more.
The iced tea was pretty good and a nice alternative to soda. It was just sweet enough for a bit of an afternoon pick me up but not overly, sickly sweet like a sweet tea would be.
It’s no Strawberry Oolong Slush (RIP) but it did the trick.
We headed back into the Mexican pyramid to bid ol’ Mexican Donald a fond farewell and to take a quick sneaky peak to see if he was moonlighting as a potted plant again.
He wasn’t. All was right in the world.
The standby was posted at 5 minutes, but shockingly enough we had to wait around 10 due to a couple of other parties in front of us also utilizing ECV’s.
But soon enough we were off. And soon enough we were off.
Our time at Epcot was quickly ticking away but we managed to get on one last nail-biting, knee-quacking ride.
Spaceship Earth.
Standby was posted at 5, but since the line never stopped moving, we were on in about 2.
We each opted for our own row, which is a pro move.
Even if the on-ride photo does not look very pro.
Soon we were thanking the Phonecians, watching Rome burn, and creepily staring at a grown man trying to nap. Eventually, our time machines slowly rotated backwards for our return to Earth and then tossed us back out into Epcot so Mel could return her ECV for the last time.
We took one last long look at the the Great Big Golf Ball in the sky before we waddled to the rideshare drop off/pick up and patiently waited for our Lyft driver Adam to whisk us away to our next destination.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!!” Mel yelped next to me.
Mel showed me her phone. Remember how the night prior, I said Mel swore off cars that were high off the ground? Remember that?
Disney karma always bites back.
“It’s a stupid pick up!” she half-shouted at me.
I looked at her, she looked at me.
Now, the truck did look like a lifted Ford F-150, so I’ll give her some credit for her panic.
“There’s no way that the truck doesn’t have a foot rail or a “oh s**t” handle for you to grab onto. There’s gotta be something,” I reassured her.
“Watch it doesn’t.”
And watch, it didn’t.
Now Adam might’ve been a cutie but his truck was a bit impractical to use as a Lyft. There was, in fact, no foot rail or “oh s**t” handle. There was literally nothing. I managed to climb in by grabbing onto the side of Adam’s seat in front of me (which was a little awkward since I was literally half an inch away from grabbing his shoulder by accident) and then I turned to look at Mel.
Who was still standing outside of the car, looking in.
“Get your bottom in first, the rest will follow!” I reminded her, in between fits of laughter at Mel’s Lyft luck the past 2 nights.
Eventually, after some choice words muttered under her breath, Mel, Adam, and I were on our way to Wilderness Lodge for our final dining reservation of the trip.
Adam was kind enough to slow to a near-stop so Mel and I could tuck and roll our way out of his truck and scamper into the resort.
We spent a couple of minutes looking around the gift shop and lobby before I checked in for our 8:20 Artist Point reservation at 8.
Mel and I parked ourselves in a couple of the rocking chairs in front of the fireplace and felt the “go-go-go” of the past week slowly sneak up on us.
I’m pretty sure I melted into one of those rocking chairs.
At 8:18, I got our table ready text and Mel and I were led into the restaurant.
And then parked at the very first table when you enter.
Mel and I both have never been to Artist Point, ever. Not before the menu and concept change nor after. This was a first for both of us.
Our server came over very quickly and told us that this was also her first time here. No, really. She was just helping out. She is usually at the Star Wars Hotel but picked up a shift at Artist Point that evening to do someone a favor.
Mel ordered a coke, I ordered a Wishing Apple Punch.
Wishing Apple Punch: “Crisp apple, white cranberry, and Sprite ®. Souvenir glow cube available for an additional $3.79” $6. I do believe I got the glow cube, even though it doesn’t look like it.
Our server let us know that due to Mel’s shellfish allergy, our apps were going to come out on two separate plates. One for me, one for Mel. And they didn’t get put on the cool tree- which actually bummed me out a little since it’s such a fun presentation and we got pre plated apps on a plate slapped down in front of us. But that’s just me being nit picky.
Wild Mushroom Bisque: “Chive oil.”; Hunter’s Pie: “Turkey and chicken, cranberry preserve, crispy sauerkraut.”; Wicked Shrimp Cocktail: “Bloody Mary vinaigrette, seaweed salad, spiced house-made seasoning.”
The kitchen replaced Mel’s shrimp with a simple, but delicious, tomato and onion salad.
We both thought the mushroom bisque was far and away the best app on the plate but generally liked them all. Well, I liked them all. Mel didn’t even touch her tomato salad so I ate it for her. I wanted to try everything!
For our entrees, Mel went with the prime rib while I decided on the beef stroganoff.
Royal Prime Rib Roast: “horseradish-mashed potato, carrots, jus.”
“Cottage” Beef Stroganoff: “tender beef, preserved vegetables, spaetzle, mushrooms, aged cow’s milk cheese.”
Mel really liked her prime rib but thought the popover that it came with was the best part; but she said the prime rib was cooked perfectly and has never met a mashed potato that she didn’t like.
I liked my beef stroganoff but I don’t think I would order it again. It was very one-note and I’m one of those people that needs a mix of texture and flavors. It was very much like a stew, and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the preserved vegetables.
But then, my friends, then magic happened! Our desserts were placed on our little tree and all was right in the world. All I wanted was to use the stupid tree, and now was my chance!
Miner’s Treasures: “Cookies ‘n cream panna cotta, chocolate gems”; Fairy Tale Gooseberry Tart: “Meringue and gooseberry.”; “Poison” Apple: “dark chocolate-apple mousse, sour center.”
I’m not a big dessert fan, I go for more savory foods over sweet, but I did think the desserts were all average to slightly above average, but I don’t remember favoring one far more than the other.
Oh yeah, we also met a couple of dwarfs, a princess, and an evil queen. Minor details. Don’t forget, we got to use the tree!
This is how Steven summons us.
For $65 each, we thought that the dinner was fine. The food was fine. The dessert was fine. The character interaction was fine. But we wouldn’t rush to go back.
We trudged back through the lobby of the resort and headed out to our Lyft- our nice, normal Lyft at 10:13.
We were dropped off back at SS a casual 14 minutes later and both of us began packing up our bags to head back up to the cold, treacherous north the next day.
Yes, yes. Including Mel.
A shower, bath bomb soak, and a slathering of icy hot on my knees, I was in bed by 12.
UFO: “Extraterrestrial fruit and alien berries” $10.99
The alien, which I thought was a fun touch originally, was absolutely disgusting. His gross little hair poked through the bath bomb before it was used and when he was finally released from his bath bomb prison, he was a soggy hairy mess. Gross.
And Mel? Oh, you already know.
***Coming up: New Jersey isn't ready***
A1, truly.
those!
Hope you can finagle another trip soon!
