Wednesday night, Lesley and I went to Hollywood Studios for only the second time since Jen left, with every intention of doing a bunch of attractions. Instead, we fell into the lure of a ten-minute wait at Rock'n Roller Coaster...That is, we rode it six times, with the help of a few FastPasses and a Rider Switch from our new second-to-favourite Rock'n Roller Coaster Cast Member. We also heard spiels in a variety of accents, most of which I got to pick. I work with some magical people, everyone.
Thursday I woke up early-ish (for a day off) for buffet breakfast at Golden Corral with Sam and Bailey, the semi-usual breakfast crew. We went to Universal Studios after, as we had heard from many reliable sources that is was about as crowded as our park this time of year, which is to say, not at all. The sources were absolutely correct, so instead of the usual rushing from major ride to major ride, we were able to take in some less intense, less popular rides we had never done before, mostly in Seuss Landing.
|After being in Seuss Landing for too much time,|
everything was coming out in rhyme.
Friday was my lovely mother's birthday, and due to the fact that I can be a terrible person and she is currently on vacation, I did not get a chance to call and wish her a happy birthday. I explained this situation to a few friends at Magic Kingdom (ie Belle, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Merida, the White Rabbit, Pooh, Tigger and the Dapper Dans), and they decided to help me out a bit.
|You'll just have to trust that the sign has writing on it, and that|
Merida recommended that I don't turn my mom into a bear.
|The Dapper Dans in their Fall finest, although I'm still in summer dresses.|
|The Trolley Parade cast singing about how gorgeous Fall is...|
It's still summer, kids.
I missed the last day of pin-sanity, as today I finally got to earn my trainer pin and started training one of our two new lumberjacks, who arrived early last week. It turns out talking for nine hours is slightly exhausting. Who knew?
Note: The Dapper Dans, being a barbershop quartet and all, also sang for my mom. Enjoy!
Thanks to: Lesley (the new Prime Minister of Games) for coming to the latest throw-in with me, and Adam (the former Canada manager) for informing me that five-pound bags of pixie dust exist. MINE.