A Day of Epcot

If you need me, I’ll be at Epcot. We have dinner reservations at a foo foo posh french restaurant, Chef’s de France. It was our second choice. First choice was the Canadian steakhouse, Le Something or Another, Le Cellier, I think. Anyhow, it was booked. Completely booked. So we are eating french.

French toast.

French fries.

French bread.

French wine.

And then afterward we are going to do the 45 minute race around the world, a reenactment from our 45 minute race we did during our last visit. It was tough. I carried not one, not two, BUT THREE bottles of wine the whole way. My husband carried Zoe on his shoulders. And we ran through the countries like crazy people trying to get this mask thing filled up with little token thingys.

We did succeed. 

Then, when we got back to our resort we had to stop at the front desk to get our room keys fixed. My husband took down the whole computer system while he was waiting, and when things got back up and running, our entire electronic trail of purchases had vanished. Poof.

I should have bought more bottles of wine that day.