Day Tres - EPCOT

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Welcome back. If you are joining this in progress, start at the bottom and work up. We're on Day Three, our day at Epcot. Allie was not feeling well and, frankly, we were tired. Epcot seemed like a logical choice being as it was Thursday and we hadn't been there yet. We ate Chick-Fil-A (again) and headed to the park. I forgot to mention that we can remember where we parked everyday (Tues - Dinosaur 27, Wed - Pluto 17 {ask Allie to sing you the song}, Thur - Journey 5 {Don't stop believing and the Mach 5}, Fri - Film 26 {I will be 25.5 when I finish my degree in Film, Sat - Dinosaur 31 {December has 31 days}). Yes, we are weird, we know. Just don't question it. Back to Epcot. We first got a sneak peek on the newly rennovated Spaceship Earth; think touchscreens and more smoothly moving characters. We quickly discovered that this was like the day for breakdowns. We went to Test Track... and it broke down. So we went over to Mission: Space. Dad also wasn't feeling fantastic, but we decided to go ORANGE, which is more rigorous, shaky and spinny, than GREEN, which was lighter and fluffier. For those who don't know, Mission: Space is supposed to simulate a space shuttle taking off, landing, and during a mission. Allie was the Engineer (who put us into HyperSleep), Mom was the Navigator (who cut on the rocket booster for the second leg of our journey), Dad was the Commander (we're not sure what he did), and I was the Pilot (who almost wrecked the ship). It wasn't that bad; the Gs on takeoff were fun, but, needless to say, didn't do anything for Allie's stomach. The Bradshaw Team Cheer is now "ORANGE!" We decided to do something a little lighter, so we went to ride the Ellen Degeneres ride about energy. While we were there, we were caught in code 101 - we're not sure what this means, but there were running cast members and we all had to evacuate the ride. (That's two rides down, if you're counting.) We went to ride an Imagination ride with Figment (who is awesome) and posed for an awesomely groovy picture (in which Dad looks a little manic). The Seas with Nemo was relatively uneventful, but we saw a dolphin and found Nemo. Then we went Soarin', where we waited 1 hour and 50 minutes, playing dumb games with the crowd on giant screens every 20 minutes or so. We also discovered that Allie is Swedish ("MY name IS YLva. I'm FROM YORba LINda.") and Dad irritated the cast members. We trekked back over to Test Track, where we waited about 1 hour and a half. The only eventful was that Allie's hair came completely undone from her hair ribbon. After eating, we went to a Candlelight Processional with a huge mass choir and a guy Battlestar Galactica. Mom was seriously impressed because Disney actually did, both here and at MGM, a program was totally Christian... and beautiful. Sidenote: the choir members dropped like flies; it became a game of counting them as they fell. Mom had never walked around the back of Epcot through the countries, so we went there. We bought hot chocolate from a Chinese place (we didn't get it either) and went to Italy. We tromped over to Norway (near Allie's country of origin) and rode the Maelstrom (it sounds a lot more exciting than it was), but it's fun to say. Allie burnt her mouth on the hot chocolate (sad). We then popped a squat on the sidewalk near the lake to watch the fireworks, which were, well, underwhelming. However, it was funny watching Dad try to take pictures of the fireworks, which mostly came out looking like smoke. Lots of laughs. Afterwards, we walked around the entire world, much to Allie's chagrin and complaining, because it was all lit up. We also continued the whole tree tradition and took more tree pictures. We went back to the hotel and went to bed, semi-exhausted. Please hang on for more!