So my trip went like this:
Tuesday, roughly an eternity before the crack of dawn, I wake, pack, load the car, feed Darcy, leave, return for something critically important which has been forgotten, screech down the freeway, to arrive at the airport less than 2 full hours before departure. Have a Diet Coke to recover.
Make it to Memphis with no difficulty. Have a delay while sitting on the plane at the gate to repair a broken seat belt. Three men with tools are required. Fly to Orlando, jump on a waiting shuttle, and chat with published author while traveling to the Dolphin.
Become convinced I'll be the only unpublished writer present. Fret.
Ride the water shuttle to Epcot. Watch the Princesses for a bit then jump from shady spot to shady spot while purchasing and inhaling bottles of water. Go see Canada, the United Kingdom, and the big dome thing. Don't see it all but determine Harry Potter's world deserves a fresh outlook so return to my nicely chilled room around 9:00 p.m.
(And if you've never read or seen the movies, I can't help you. Probably come back tomorrow, OK? Seriously. Not even the movies? I don't get it.)
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please..."
Then there was a pumpkin juice and a butterbeer and a trip to Honeyduke's and Zonko's joke shop. I stopped to see the Hogwart's Express and dropped my butterbeer mug. I wanted to sit down and cry (not really) but I would have been trampled. Trampled, I tell you!
Tomorrow I'll tell you more about the reason I went to Orlando. You might think it was to immerse myself in a fictional world. And it was, just not so much this fictional world.