Drinking our way through EPCOT (11/10 recommend).

I did not understand EPCOT. I was fully prepared for a bunch of rollercoasters (despite not liking them much).There was a lot of confusion early in the day, not knowing whether we had a park hopper pass.

Brad, who isn't much of a drinker, decided drinking was the answer. We were in "France" (after bypassing Canada and the UK) and he wanted a crepe and a hard cider.

I took a small drink, and much to my surprise, I really liked it. I said, "This tastes like apple juice for adults." We collectively ranked it a 7/10.

We moved onto what we thought was the next country, but it was indeed still France (s0, we doubled up in France). He ordered a white sangria, and it was the smallest $11 drink I have ever seen in my life. It was then I decided I would write a blog post about drinking through EPCOT. I originally wanted to write about each "international" bathroom, but Brad convinced me no one would care about fake international bathrooms.

Our next stop ... Morocco! Brad ordered a Moroccan mule and has not stopped talking about this drink since. He said, "This is everything you would expect from Morocco!" The funny thing is ... I don't know what one is to expect from Morocco. He rated it a 9/10, but I hated it and gave it a 2.

We moved onto Japan, and this is where Brad made the executive decision that we would be ordering our own drinks instead of me sharing his. He got a violet sake and exclaimed, "THIS TASTES LIKE A FLOWER IN THE BEST WAY." I got a Kuzo lemon drop. We both rated our drinks 9/10.

Italy is where things got hilarious. Brad wanted a Bellini. I asked him what was in a Bellini. He said, "It's peach. And prosciutto. No, no, I take that back! There is no ham in it. I made it through five countries before I was drunk." After all of that, we got an orangello instead of a Bellini, and it was one of the absolute worst drinks of the day. I said, "It tastes like day-old, murky orange juice." I rated it a 1/10. Brad rated it a 7/10 but later changed it to 5/10.

Italy is also where Brad became obsessed with "putting his finger in a cast." At this time, we were slowly crashing. Drinking your way through EPCOT is not for the faint of heart.

As we were walking through America, Brad said, "WHAT IS THAT?! Oh, it's just construction equipment, not a ride."

We then found ourselves at an "outpost" and Brad got a Black Frozen Elephant that he rated a 6.5/10, and I got a lavender lemonade that came with real lavender. I loved it and rated it an 8.5/10.

Brad quickly snatched it from me to get a photo in portrait mode and exclaimed, "THIS IS THE EXACT AFFECT I WANTED. THIS EXACT PHOTO. LOOK AT THIS LIGHT EFFECT."

I looked and replied, "Babe ... that is just your finger over the camera." LMAO.

He said, "Oh, well it still works."

Up next ... China! Brad got a Ginger Zinger while I decided to rehydrate with water. He said, "I am THIS close to not liking it, but somehow I do."

We then went to Mexico, where I had the worst margarita of my entire life and Brad said, "I just love everyone's shirts." We reset here and watched a mariachi band for a bit before we went to our final destination for dinner ... the sea!

Brad got a Golden Haze margarita that he rated a 7, and I rated a 1. Apparently, I just do not like margaritas. I got a raspberry mojito that he ranked a 5.5, but Brad said, "This is just not what I would expect for a tropical drink. It tastes like a soda you'd make at home."

I know I was drunk because between Mexico and the sea, I told Brad we should just get married. He said, "I am not proposing to you drunk at Disney World."