The highlight of my weekend was my reunion with Lesley Rebry at Olive Garden. We consumed too much bread, boxed up our entire meals, then judged the non-Le Cellier timing of our server. I was also reminded that our favourite CP at Star Tours was probably leaving soon, so we should probably go to Hollywood Studios to see him again. Ummmmm, no. Already gone. Epic Lindsey and Lesley sad faces. Darn you, terribly temporary Disney programs! Luckily, Great Movie Ride had a short wait, and that always cheers us up. As did Rhys' newly implemented Sunday-movie-and-pj-time. Who's seen Fantasia lately? This girl!
|Lesley wandering around 50s Prime Time Cafe while I got a consolation milkshake.|
Thursday was merchie bonding time with Bailey, Anastasia, Sam and I. Cracker Barrel, the American standard, for breakfast (Sam was overwhelmed, she'd never been before), followed by general laziness poolside at the Caribbean Beach Resort. It's ridiculously hot here, but to out in in context/ make you all hate me a little more, it was literally too hot to get out and dry off. Stay in the pool. Always in the pool. Also, there was a waterslide.
|We're Canadian! We can't handle these portion sizes!|
Oh wait, yes we can.
|Admit it: if it weren't for the child photobomber, this would|
be the best group shot ever.
|Pretty sure I was born to do this job.|
Note: You know what's not safe in the rain? The roof of the Contemporary. That's all.
Thanks to: Rhys, who listens to me whine (wine?) and Ashley, for calling me the Michael Phelps of Disney awards. That made my day.