Disney at night is a revelation. It’s a completely different experience. Everything – the heat, the crush of people, the walking – is more manageable. Taking a mid-day break was so critical to our sanity yesterday. Otherwise, you risk sinking into a pit of irritation.
Last night, I saw The Look I’ve been waiting to see on the kids’ faces: wonder and joy. For Magnus, it came during the character buffet at Crystal Palace. Piglet from the Winnie the Pooh gang stopped by our table. My kids love TV but they do not give a shit about Winnie the Pooh. Even so, the look of happiness on Mag’s face was unmistakable. He couldn’t conceal how pleased he was to have a guy in a giant pink pig suit stop by for a hug.
For Greta, it was during the “Mickey’s Electrical Parade” that made its way through Main Street from 9:15 to 9:40ish. It was a series of floats decorated with Christmas lights, including Mickey & Minnie, Alice in Wonderland, Tinkerbell and Snow White and the seven dwarves. The clincher was Cinderella going by in her pumpkin coach.
Before the parade, we walked around the area between Liberty Square and Frontierland. It’s where Thunder Mountain is (Barrak struck out on getting Greta to go on it), and where this beautiful ferry boat from Tom Sawyer floats around. It’s such a pretty area – very Music Man and Huckleberry Finn. We went through the Haunted Mansion – which I thought was SO cool in the scale and level of creepiness they pull off. The kids, however, were PETRIFIED (whoopsy!). We also went through the Swiss Family Robinson tree-house and rode Aladdin’s Flying Carpet ride. I really liked this part of the park.
Rapunzel’s tower is here and a replica of the village with lanterns strung across the sky. You can’t go in the tower – it’s way high and just decoration. But it is beautiful.
I have to give a short review of Crystal Palace: it was a surprise. I expected uninspiring, heat-lamp warmed buffet food for $150. I was right on the price but the food wasn’t bad. I had a plate of three cold salads: tabbouleh with chickpeas and tomatoes; sweet potato salad; and an oriental black sesame seed-studded edamame salad. Also had a beige bowl of beige roasted cauliflower soup, pesto-baked salmon, Yukon Gold mashed potatoes, and a braised chicken with tomatoes and feta. More importantly, the kids ate. They wolfed down beef, penne, raw carrots, broccoli, grapes, cookies…
Even though we had a reservation, Greta fell asleep on the Palace’s porch waiting for a table. Sweat was dripping off her face WHILE SHE SLEPT – that’s how insufferably humid it was.
Even though it was 11pm by the time we got back to the room, we did baths. I couldn’t imagine putting PJs on their sweat-dried-three-times-over bodies. As is their routine, they watched ‘toons for a little bit to wind down. One of the channels was showing old-time Donald Duck cartoons. Magnus was belly-laughing from all the slapstick. It was a good way to end the day.