Good imaginary afternoon to you! Today is Imaginary Disney Day! Which is several days after pre-travel day...logic doesn't exist here.
I wake up at pretty much the crack of dawn before my alarm goes off because, although I need my beauty sleep, I still get more excited to go to Disney than a five year old. Just without the constant "are we there yet?!"...yet...
Off I trot with my awesome, extremely fashionable and not at all childish Buzz Lightyear backpack to monorail over to the North terminal. I get through security in record time because in Imaginary Land I can skip queues like I'm a VIP.
Because there's no concept of time in an airport and I'm in lockdown and can't have one, I go to Wagamama for breakfast. If they're serving it, I'm having it! This is also not the first time I have had a chicken katsu curry for breakfast in an airport and I stand by my decision.
I chow down on my katsu and head over to Smith's to pick up some snacks because plane food still sucks in Imaginary Land. The usual go to is multiple packets of crisps, something chocolate, something gummy sweet and two drinks. The drinks are pointless because it's not like I can't get free drinks on the plane, but hydration is key!
The gate is called and I make my way, knowing exactly where I am going and not second guessing myself every 40 steps. I get on the plane with no fuss, and thank you Imagination Land for making my plane depart on time.
So, I am sat in premium economy up in the bubble because I have done it once and never want to sit in economy ever again. I wave goodbye to the airport as we taxi out to the runway - something I can say with pride I do even in real life.
The flight goes really quickly and I watch a thousand and five films like always, but spend the last 30 mins or so staring out the window watching the world go by. We won't discuss the plane food.
The line at immigration is long because not even Imagination Land can get rid of that problem. I get on the monorail (the second official ride of the trip) and mentally say hello to Orlando Mayor, Buddy Dyer. I track down the Magical Express and wave "hello" to the Orlando fountain as I go by. I'm a waver, can you tell?
I get to the Magical Express, which is a Cruise Line bus, mentally tell myself to remember to book a cruise one day, and hop on. Before we leave for the resort, I grab the last of the wifi from the airport to tell the world that I am indeed in Disney (almost). I recite the video spiel in my head so I don't look too much of a loon and instantly start telling people to have a magical day at every opportunity. I am that type of person.
Hello there, pal!
I get to Port Orleans Riverside, the only resort I have enough pictures of, and check in. I head over to my room to refresh and de-plane myself. As soon as I get into my room, I put Walt Disney World Today on and have a little boogie to the music. This is tradition!
I have a little stroll around the river and head towards the quick service to go pick up my refillable mug. This is the point where I start to take a million pictures because I think one day they might come in handy when I plan an imaginary vacation like a crazy person. I mentally battle over whether to have coke or have hot chocolate, make the decision to have both and settle at a table.
It's dark by the time I finish looking around, grab a snack and have a nosey in the store. It's late, I have been awake for too many hours and I have a busy day tomorrow, so it's time to head to bed.
See you next time for an action packed day in the parks.