On July 3rd, some of the Canadians headed to the beach at the Polynesian Resort in hopes of seeing the trail run of the Independence Day fireworks at Magic Kingdom. It epic rained, as per usual, so we got Dole Whip (self-serve, word) and headed to the Magic Kingdom, where we disembarked from the monorail just in time to see the fireworks all around us. It made me feel very patriotic, and not even about Canada. Sam Eagle would be proud. We had some time to eat, ride some rides (Woooo Splash Mountain) and dance with Stitch, Chip and Dale in Tomorrowland before calling it a night.
|Briana, me and Megan enjoying Dole Whip on the Polynesian Beach,|
Who needs fireworks?
On July 6th, I headed to Universal with my friend Jen, who's program is sadly ending soon, and fake Canadian Bryce. Since it was Jen's last, we enjoyed the entirety of the park, all the way from Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey (in Islands of Adventure) to The Mummy (twice, over in Universal Studios). It was a very long, tiring, but awesome awesome day. We spent most of it soaked due to our decision to ride ALL the water rides (Dudley Do-Right Ripsaw Falls, anyone?).
|What Canadians wear at Universal Studios.|
Substantially cuter than culottes.
|Me, Amanda, Briana and Sam generally being magical.|
Note: I've been invited to Trainer training! Nothing like merchantaining on the floor of Mouse Gears in business attire.
Thanks to: The disenchanted Team Members of Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey, for letting me namedrop and skip the 60-minute wait.