Saturday, con’t
Our Pirate ships came to a screeching halt over London. (If you’ve ever been on Peter Pan when it stops you know what I’m talking about!) We were idle for several minutes. It was actually a pretty cool place to be stuck, as I have always loved watching the Matchbox-size “cars” drive along along the streets of London at night. Em and I used hand and facial motions to communicate as we could see each other but were too far apart to talk.
I wondered how a ride evacuation would work on Peter Pan. While the possibility was intriguing, tonight was NOT the night to find out. We were already a few minutes late for our next activity.
Before real fretting could take hold (I was already concerned about the possibility of more rain) our ships started moving. Phew!
We walked briskly (as briskly as one can walk through a packed MK) to our destination.
The HEA dessert party was Em’s gift to Woody for Father’s Day. As much as we gals love the HEA fireworks, we had never seen the “complete” show with the projections coordinated with the music/fireworks. Since Em has anxiety standing in shoulder-to-shoulder crowds, we knew we’d never find a “free” spot close enough to see the projections clearly. The dessert party was the perfect solution.
We checked in at the podium pictured above and were directed to a second podium up on the right of the upper part of the terrace. There seemed to be some confusion between the CMs working this station. We were given our wristbands and told to wait for so-and-so to escort us to our table. Then we were told never mind, get desserts first and return to the podium to wait for so-and-so to show us our table.
Em took pics while I scoped out the offerings. Woody hung back by the podium in case the CMs changed their minds about the protocol again.
I put a few things on a plate and noticed Woody motioning us to return to the podium. Turns out a CM was ready to seat us NOW.
We were led through a maze of occupied tables to one reserved for us. While our name was not on a placecard, it was clear the table was reserved for a party of three.
I did not have high expectations for the quality of the desserts based on reviews I’d read. To say I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement......this spread was a chocoholics dream! Everything we sampled was fresh, decadent and yummy.
S’mores on a stick
OOEY GOOEY CAKE! (With “optional” vanilla ice cream....the way Ooey Gooey Cake is meant to be eaten!)
(The CM serving the Ooey Gooey mentioned how incredulous she was at the number of people who did not want the ice cream.....blasphemy, I tell you, blasphemy!)
Silly me saw the fluted glasses with sparkling liquid and thought it was champagne......
....nope, sparking cider!
BUT, if you look closely at the glass next to the purple candle, you’ll see the true beverage nectar of the party....
POG JUICE!!!!
And the best part of the experience was yet to come!