We're back from Florida. The holiday was amazing, they aren't lying when they say that Disney World is the happiest place on earth (whoever they are). I got my picture taken with my childhood idol, Donald Duck (I later got a Donald Duck t-shirt), at Animal Kingdom - as well as Eeyore. Me and my sister also posed with Chip N Dale and Lilo & Stitch while my mum and I had our picture taken with Mickey and Minnie. I'll try and put some pictures up later. I was planning to go on Expedition Everest while I was at Animal Kingdom but it broke down halfway through the day and I therefore decided against it.
Magic Kingdom is absolutely fantastic. The Big Thunder Mountain Railroad track has to be the best theme park ride ever, especially if you go on at night. The same can be said for Splash Mountain, which I really enjoyed despite being absolutely soaked.
There are so many fine crafted young people there too, particularly this one lifeguard at Blizzard Beach. Now I don't usually pretend to drown for a lot of people, but I really couldn't stop myself for this guy (fortunately I did it when most people had gone home so I didn't make a complete fool of myself). Unfortunately nothing came of it, and there goes my drowning fantasy (and I got water up my nose too. Not good). I met this other dude called Eli there though. He's about my age, and we exchnaged MSN addresses though. I'm pretty sure he's straight, but I plan to turn him ... even though he lives in Ohio.
Foodwise, we found this nice little Italian restaurant called Carraba's on the way back from Disney for my birthday meal. This was early on in the holiday so we weren't accustomed to the art of tipping, but the waitress talked us through it (probably telling us more than we needed it in order to get a bigger tip). The food there was completely splendid, although in such a large portion it also made a good breakfast the following day. If we go back, we have to go there again because we also went on the last night and got seats right opposite the cooking area. We got to see everything being cooked which was quite an experience, although I think the chef was nervous as I kept watching him to check he wasn't spitting in my lasagne.
TV-wise, I watched a lot of King of Queens reruns on UPN. A lot. I've never even watched that show before, but I am completely hooked on it. I also watched the pilot of Vanished which I thought was a bit so-so, and I spent a lot of the holiday watching Veronica Mars as I got Season 1 on DVD for my birthday. We managed to watch the whole season just in case it didn't work when I got home (it does) and other awesome news - I've got my dad hooked on it.
However, the flying portion of the holiday was absolutely dreadful. On the way there, I was just completely nervous for the full 8 hours and felt sick the whole time. I didn't have anything to eat (although I had a ton of water) and I just spent the time trying to sleep. What didn't help was that we'd had a 3 and a half hour delay. However, the flight back - although I was considerably calmer - was a lot worse. We were originally scheduled to take off from Sanford on Sunday night, but after about half an hour in the air the pilot announced that a part of the plane had fallen off (I went into a tearful fit at this point and am pretty sure I made a fool of myself to a bunch of strangers) and that we had to return to the airport. We were all rushed to the Marriot Hotel nearby (comfy) and the delay reached 27 hours. But in that time, I did become an Uno champion. On the actual plane home, the entertainment system on the new plane wasn't working and there was considerably less leg room. I didn't like that, and only got about 2 hours of sleep. And then when we got to Gatwick, it took us about an hour to get out of there. I really hate airports.
So here I am, completely jetlagged (and burnt like a lobster) but have a holiday that's worth the constant need of sleep.
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