Wednesday, 17 July 2013

our trip to the states, part three: golf balls, funnel cakes, and a girl named alice.



Woohoo! This post is the last of our American adventures. And I think I've saved some of the best for last. We spent our last weekend in the States with my friends from high school. 
I know it's unusual to have such a large group of friends from that time in my life--most people my age are only friends with one or two people from their high school. Even though we've all grown up a bit since the time we were first friends, we're as close as we ever were. I'm so lucky to have a group of people who still want to be my friend after knowing me at sixteen. 

It's a (relatively new) tradition that once or twice a year, we rent a cabin at Disney's Fort Wilderness and throw a party. We all met in theatre, and well, we're probably some of the loudest people you'll ever meet. We also have years worth of embarrassing stories about each other. This combination usually results in all of us yelling at the same time in an attempt to make fun of each other.
In other words: we tried to rent hotel rooms once, and someone called security on us for being too noisy at 3 AM. 


So now we rent cabins, where we can yell as much as we like. We somehow forgot that Orlando is tourist central in the summer, and therefore Downtown Disney was mobbed. We were forced to stand in a parking spot like this (pretending we were in a car) in order for our friends to park. 
I didn't take any pictures of our party, but rest assured that drinks were had (in mason jars, no less!), cookies were eaten, and that I lost horrendously in a game of Kings. That's another thing about old friends: they have no qualms about ganging up on you. 


And in the morning, we were off to Disney! (I'm skipping over the one-eye-open donut eating. It was a dark half hour of my life.) 
I'm very lucky to know people who work at Disney, and even luckier that they like me enough to get Boyfriend and me into Disney...for free. Yeah, I know.


I think I was more excited for Boyfriend's first trip to Disney than he was. I kept looking over at him with crazy eyes and shouting, "DISNEYYYYY!"




His first Disney ticket!


I'm sure those of you who are Disney fanatics already know this, but just in case you didn't: Disney will give you celebratory buttons for free! We stopped by Guest Services and got a "First Visit" button for Boyfriend, along with "I'm Celebrating!" buttons for everyone else. They'll also give you buttons for your birthday, anniversary, engagement, etc. 


We rode the Norway boat ride, which is absolutely the best ride ever. Don't listen to what anyone else says. AND there wasn't any wait, so we got to ride it twice. 
Though to tell you the truth, I would've liked a few more rides. ;)


The only problem with Disney rides is that they are not made for giants. Or, apparently, slightly-taller-than-average humans, such as Boyfriend. He had to sit sideways on most of the rides we went on until we learned to ask for the front row. 


Did I mention that Norway is my favorite part of EPCOT? 


That's because it has the best ride and the store has super-cool trolls. They remind me of a book I read as a kid--does anyone else remember them? They had hidden trolls in the borders of the illustrations. 


They also have these 100% historically accurate Viking hats. 



I found out that Boyfriend had--horror of horrors--NEVER HAD A FUNNELCAKE. 
Don't worry. I wasn't about to let him escape the States without tasting one of our greatest delicacies.


And of course, he got powdered sugar all over himself. He'll do better next time, I'm sure. 


My boyfriend has a lot in common with small children, apparently. 


We even got to meet Alice when we visited the United Kingdom!




We had a pretty fantastic weekend at Disney, I have to say. It was great hanging out with my friends, and I loved getting the chance to introduce them to Boyfriend, even if it means he heard lots of stories about my most awkward years. 

Something Boyfriend had mentioned wanting to do while we were in the States was to shoot a gun. For those of you who don't know, normal citizens in the UK can't own guns. Luckily for Boyfriend, I'm a good Southern girl from a good Southern family. 
My Daddy drove the whole family (minus my grandmother) out to the gun range on the Saturday morning of our cabin night. 


I have to say that I'm not a big fan of the actual gun range--it's noisy, there are hot casings flying everywhere, and I have a tendency toward accidents. It's probably best for all involved if I don't get a gun in my hands. But I was more than happy to hang out in the lobby and watch through the window. (That's my mom in the pink sweater reflection, by the way. To quote one of my favorite plays, "Though she be but little, she is fierce!")


In our last few hours in the States, I had a mission: Boyfriend was going to go to Moe's and experience the wonders of Tex-Mex. Oh, Scotland, when will you learn about the deliciousness of Mexican food? I may or may not have been caught cleaning my cup of queso with my fingers. 


And of course, our final stop--in the airport--had to be Chick-fil-A. Other than my Mama's cooking, Chick-fil-A is the food I miss the most from home. There's no replacing or replicating it--nothing tastes like a chicken sandwich with Chick-fil-A sauce, waffle fries, and a lemonade. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

We had a fabulous nine days in the States. Thank you so much to everyone who welcomed Boyfriend so warmly and made our trip as wonderful as it was. (Especially you, Mama and Daddy!) 

Here's to many more fantastic visits in the future. :)

xo

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