I was once lucky enough to go to over my birthday, and it was not my 9th birthday (I saw Phantom of the Opera for my 9th birthday, which spawned a year-long Phantom obsession that included me dressing up as the Phantom for Halloween, which is clearly what normal 9-year old girls do). I went to Disney World for my 23rd birthday. And it was awesome.
Look at that cake! That’s my Mickey Mouse cake! That I got when I was 23!
Anyways, backstory: My birthday always fell over North Carolina was cold and Florida was warm and therefore Florida seemed better. My mother casually suggested that we should do something special for my birthday, like go to Disney World, and I was immediately all: “YES. YES PLEASE. YES LET US GO TO DISNEY WORLD KTHNX.” I grew up two hours from World, and went to Disney tons of times as a kid. Also, I collect plush Mickey Mouses (yes, still, I just got this for myself and I am definitely a full grown adult maybe probably) and so Disney World is pretty much a happy place for me. Fortunately, I really like my family a lot (I know not everyone does and I know I am lucky) so the idea of spending a few days in Disney World with my family sounded like happy fun times to me.in college and graduate school. I decided to go home during my first Spring Break in graduate school, because
Which is how I ended up at the gates of EPCOT on the morning of my 23rd birthday. For some reason the ticket person wanted to see all our IDs, and when she saw it was my birthday she said, “OH MAN HAPPY BIRTHDAY. HERE IS A BIRTHDAY BUTTON YOU NEED TO WEAR IT.”
So because I am “cool” (see above) I decided not to wear my button on my shirt. I popped it on my purse and was like “that’s right, I’m cool, I’m not gonna wear this button.” And then I was getting a snack in the food court atand one of the cashiers saw my birthday button and he literally leaped over the counter to give me a free cookie. At which point I said “oh man free cookies all day? I’m totally wearing this button front and center.” And yes, my friends, that button earned me many a free dessert. Including this one:
How cute is that?! It is chocolate mousse in a little chocolate cup. That dessert happened during the same meal as the Mickey cake, which was lunch at the Le Cellier steakhouse at the Canada Pavilion in World Showcase. The steakhouse was in this building:
And the building was sort of next to this Canadian garden thing and you entered it through this cave thing.
And also here’s my father and my sister and me in the garden. I love EPCOT so much.
I also want to note that every Disney employee I passed looked me in the face and said “Happy Birthday Lindsay,” which was both creepy and amazing. Also, that Mickey cake that is above? Um, so, this is awesome. We didn’t finish the cake, and the restaurant was all: “Oh. Well. We’ll box it for you and we will have it waiting at a pick-up station at the front of the park when you leave.” Disney is magic guys.
So my family and I spent the rest of my birthday proper frolicking through EPCOT, which is way more fun when you are an adult than when you are a kid. Although I definitely liked EPCOT as a kid because I was a big nerd and, um, Captain Eo. Which, y’all, sidenote, CAPTAIN EO IS PLAYING AT EPCOT AGAIN GUYS. Y’all know how much I love me some Captain Eo. Anyways, regarding EPCOT, specifically the World Showcase: I love tiny fake stereotypical recreations of countries so much, I can’t even handle it. It explains why I find EPCOT fascinating (also why I love Vegas). Fake things are amazing. HERE ARE SOME PICTURES.
We ended my official birthday with EPCOT’s fantastic Illuminations fireworks/lights/nighttime extravaganza. We spent two more days at Disney World, one at Disney’s Hollywood Studios and Animal Kingdom, and one at the Magic Kingdom. We also saw the fantastic night time show at Hollywood Studios (Fantasmic, for reals so good y’all) and the Spectro Magic parade and Wishes Fireworks show at the Magic Kingdom. At the Magic Kingdom I got to ride the Haunted Mansion (the best non-roller coaster ride in the world) twice in a row, because our audio was shot the first time. Best ride ever, I should do a whole post on the Haunted Mansion sometime guys. No lie, I have dreams that I am at Disney World, and the whole dream centers around me trying to ride the Haunted Mansion, and I always wake up before I get to ride it, and it is terrible. I miss living in Florida for several very real reasons: I miss being close to my family, and I miss living near the ocean, and I miss being close to Disney World. Priorities, I know. I haven’t been back to Disney since my 23rd birthday (weeeeeep) but I hope to go back soon. And also to ride the Haunted Mansion A LOT.
What was the craziest, most indulgent, most age-inappropriate (or perhaps perfectly age-appropriate) birthday party you have ever had?