A few months ago, my friend A, a huge Harry Potter fan like myself, informed me that she’d be in Orlando in November for a business trip, and would I consider joining her for a day at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter? Uh, yes.
So on the first Monday in November, four adults giddily forked over $156.56 each to chill at a g.d. theme park.
This is quite overdue but here are some photos:
Blind Ukrainian ironbelly atop Gringotts. Obvi.
Diagon Alley. We even went down KNOCKTURN ALLEY.
The absurd TRUNDLE BED on which three 30-somethings and one 20-something spent two very uncomfortable evenings. (I was the lucky one on the trundle.)
- Those people at Universal Studios know what the hell they’re doing. The attention to detail is unparalleled.
- Butterbeer tasted exactly how I expected it to taste: butterscotchy and creamy, i.e., completely disgusting (but I had to do it).
- I have no desire to ever set foot in a theme park again.
- It’s really fun to act like a kid, especially in a warm and sunny locale.