And in minor roles, my twin sister, Michelle, her friends, Izzy and Valerie, Ben Franklin, and my parents.
(Izzy, Heather, Michelle, Valerie)
It was about mid-afternoon and we were off, as I was insistent that we go to the American Adventure on Independence Day. And we are huge Voices of Liberty fans; so the special concert was a must-do.
(Valerie, Michelle, Izzy)
We noticed some strange activity a few feet away, what looked like a bowling bag was in a bush. There were a few security guards blocking anyone from getting too near it. Along come the police with a bomb sniffing dog! Rather exciting start to the day.
The three of us are all choir students and as such were slightly disappointed that they used piped in music for the concert whereas the Voices usually sing a cappella. But we didn't mind much, they put on a lovely show. Then some Spirit of America, a viewing of the American Adventure, then heading off around the rest of the lagoon, stopping to meet Mulan and Belle and Mexican Donald on our way out to the monorail to make our way to the Magic Kingdom to see some Fantasy in the Sky.
At the station I asked for us to be seated in the front of the monorail as I thought it would make a lovely first monorail ride for my friends. We were pointed to a gate where there was already a couple waiting, but when the monorail pulled up, there was some dispute as the couple had not asked first, and we were allowed on first.
Our driver, Austin, was soft-spoken, but enthusiastic, and we mooned over him a bit, as teenage girls will do. He told us about how he used to work Rock 'n' Rollercoaster, but he much preferred driving the monorail. (More about this later)
We took the boat from the TTC and then it was time for those awe-inspiring fireworks; and the awe-inspiring Fantasyland crowds. Somehow we got it into our heads that we'd be able to walk around half an hour before the fireworks were scheduled to begin. Let it be known that you cannot. I have never seen such a mob mentality than when I was stuck in the worst Disney crowd I've ever been in between Dumbo and Ariel's Grotto. People were screaming, ramming eachother with strollers, yelling at people in wheelchairs. The three of us literally could not move for minutes at a time. Finally the fireworks begin to go off and everyone just settled down where they were, we found a place where we could breath and:
We wandered a bit after park closing, took advantage of a fairly empty Toontown and Pooh's Playful Spot for some photo-taking, and then it was back to our tree abode for the night.
I took more than a thousand pictures, so much more is forthcoming.