So this is totally a cheating post. I forgot entirely to write it last night, when I was really and truly at 85 days. Fridays are like that in the summer. My job is very seasonal and by Friday, especially a Friday towards the end of the summer, I'm physically and mentally exhausted. Running around from one end of the county to another, going in and out of stores all day, trying to organize times and appointments and various people and vehicles, fitting 24 hours of work into a 12 or 14 hour day......it all takes a lot out of a guy. Unless it happens at Walt Disney World.
As the lovely Lisa pointed out in suggesting this topic, we never really get tired at Disney. We'll be out in the morning in time to reach a park before it opens, skip between parks, make dining reservation times, fit in all the attractions we want along with seeing parades and shows and fireworks, then close the place out after midnight just to wake up the next day and do it all over again. And we'll do that for a week without slowing down. And we never feel like we do at home on a summer Friday night. It's magic.
I guess it's just an aspect of our love for the place. Even when we try to low down, we don't. On one trip, after a long drive down to Florida we all just wanted to relax by the Animal Kingdom Lodge pool, which we did. But after a bit we got it into our heads that we wanted milkshakes so off we went, at about 11 pm and via Disney Transport bus, to Downtown Disney and the Ghiradelli shop. As it turns out, we caught some sort of show at the nearby stage as well as enjoying Midnight Milkshakes.
Seems like we always return from a Disney vacation worn out, but pleasantly so. Running around like crazy people is one thing at home, when it entails grocery shopping and meetings, but quite another when fireworks shows and breakfast with Pooh Bear are on the schedule.