day four - where dreams come true.

the day started in an awkward manner when i had just spent the last 5 minutes talking to my father in a fake british accent (as one does) at a bus stop, only to discover the family sitting next to us was, in fact, british.

however things became quite magical as we entered a theatre for a frozen sing along.
A FROZEN SING ALONG.
WITH ELSA AND ANNA AND KRISTOFF.
AND FAKE SNOW.
i was singing at the top of my lungs and my poor father, who had never seen frozen, had no idea what was happening.
MAGIC.

you see.
i consumed no coffee on this day.
so most of what happened the rest of the day was a blur and slightly horrific.

there was this hispanic kid in line for a ride who was totally just wandering everywhere and his parents kept calling his name. "NACHO!" [insert any nacho libre reference here]

we chose the most perfect time to go to disney because the park was LITERALLY deserted.
like.
hardly anyone was there.
it was like we were at a private party or something.
waits were short.
it wasn't too hot.
and only a handful of screaming children (versus a million).
so.
go us.

for dinner we ate at a fake drive-in.
you sat in fake 50's cars, ate 50's style foods, and watched 50's movies on a big screent.
truly the cutest thing to exist.

everything else that day seemed normal enough.
but i feel as though you don't care to hear about normalcy.
just imagine a bedraggled, glassy-eyed, ghost of a human with a limp, wandering around a park for 12 hours...and you'll get a pretty good image of what my day was.

(also the reason i have hardly any pictures from this day and had to resort to using some from the day before.)