We walked clockwise around the lagoon. Most of the special photo ops had long lines, but I insisted we wait for Crossing
the Delaware.
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My mom bought the spirit jersey I’m wearing at FARTS last year. Tie Dye is usually not my thing, but I decided it would be fun to wear it to this year’s FARTS. I was happy temps finally warmed up enough to take off my jacket!
It was also warm enough for ice cream. (Any excuse, right
@Longers?) We got soft serve waffle cones in France which were delish!
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Luckily we saw a vacant table where we could sit and enjoy our treats. And sit we did! The afternoon had become simply gorgeous and we soaked in the warmth of the sun....which was 1,000x better than soaking in yesterday’s rain!
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We people-watched and watched the balancing act of the trapeze artist. We chick-chatted. And chick-chatted some more. We felt no guilt in hogging a table because no one seemed interested in it.
At last we moved on. Kel needed to be heading home because she had a Super Bowl party to attend. We offered to ride the Skyliner with her.
Skyliner cabins comfortably fit 8 adults. (The “official” capacity is 10, but that’s why I said “comfortably”.) There was only a short line to board at the IG station, so I was a little surprised when the CM instructed us to join a cabin which already held 2 adults. When there are few people waiting, CMs typically allow small parties to have their own cabins.
The two adults were sitting facing forward. Kel and Em sat down together on the opposite side and I sat across from them in order to ride forward. Suddenly, I was startled when a Pooh-sized older man literally sat on me as his similar-sized wife squeezed herself in next to him. They were traveling with an average-sized senior couple who shared the bench with Kel and Em.
I felt like I was in a vise. I couldn’t move and was creeped out by the very personal contact I was forced to have with the man who was still sitting on me. I could not believe the CM had told this senior citizen party of 4 to join our cabin.
The conversation that ensued between these 4 seniors made me doubt that they had been instructed to board our gondola. Let’s just say they weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed. For example, as we glided over the Speedway gas station, one remarked: “There’s a Speedway down there! I thought the Speedway was in the Magic Kingdom?”
“Maybe they built another one?”
“Oh wait, that looks like a gas station.”
It soon became clear they were on a joyride and not using the Skyliner as transportation. As we glided into the Riviera station another announced: “We’ll just stay on and ride back to Epcot.”
No, no you won’t, I thought to myself as I continued to count the seconds to our arrival at CBR when I’d be able to breathe again.
When the announcement was made that this was the end of the line and all passengers must disembark, these 4 were genuinely perplexed as to what to do next.
I don’t care as long as you GET OFF ME! I wanted to scream.
The doors couldn’t open fast enough for me. Kel and Em had been giving me sympathetic glances throughout the duration of the Least Magical Ride On Earth. The three of us separated ourselves ASAP from the clueless seniors.
We shared a group hug before Kel headed for the DHS gondola to retrieve her car. She had to work the next day so this was goodbye.
Em and I boarded the Pop/AoA gondola and ended up sharing a cabin with the same two adults whose cabin we joined at the IG. (At least it wasn’t the senior Poohs!)
Since I was rockin’ the groovy tie dye spirit jersey, Em had me pose in front of the tie dye giant 60. (Too bad the palms cast such a large shadow.)
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to dine al fresco, so we found a table inside La Hacienda. I’m so glad the seating in this restaurant is available for La Cantina patrons at lunch.
