In 1985, the Coca Cola company made a desperate attempt to raise profits by introducing “New Coke.” The rebranding of both format and formula was met with backlash by Coke purists, much like Orthodox Jews balk at the New Testament. “If you wanna raise prophets, stick with the old stuff!” both parties probably say.
I was worried that this is how I would feel about “New Disney.” Would it still feel like Disney with all the new changes? Were the months of zero income from park admission going to jack the prices up so high it wouldn’t even be worth it? Do giant character mascot heads count as “face coverings?” These were the questions that kept me up the night before we went to Magic Kingdom.
Of course, if I had read anyone else’s Disney blog, I would have had the answers to these questions. Yeah, masks are hot, but they’re really not that bad. A small price to pay to return to the land of magic. Speaking of small prices, there was no evidence of any price gouging. And even without outdoor shows or fireworks, it still felt like the happiest place on earth.
I was more than pleasantly pleased with the overall experience. But I was also surprised to discover subtle changes and significant similarities that I wasn’t expecting. So I thought I would let you in on the five things you need to know about “New Disney” that you may not have thought about. And no, I’m not gonna touch the castle’s new paint job. We all know it’s ugly.
- The rides are bumpier.
The first thing we did once we entered the park and had taken the obligatory selfie in front of the castle was Space Mountain. The app and the digital sign outside the ride entrance said the wait was 10 minutes. When we walked up, though, the line was out the door and winding around toward the Carousel of Progress. Now granted, it was two hours after opening (I had tweaked my back the night before so I didn’t sleep well. I slept in a little later than usual AND the monorails are much slower now with cleaning procedures so we took the ferry. All that to say, we got in the park later than planned.) but we still expected to be able to stand in line inside, out of the brutal pre-noon Florida sun.
Fast forward 12 minutes and we are walking out of Space Mountain, our hair whipped around and my back magically realigned. The lines and loading process are extremely efficient. We waited outside for only two or three minutes. With spacing 6 feet apart, the lines are longer (in feet) but much shorter (in minutes). Also, because of social distancing, only two rows of each ride car are utilized. Though the weight was still distributed evenly, there were much fewer people to weigh down the simulacrum rockets, and you could feel it.
This trend became even more apparent in the boat-based rides. Pirates of the Caribbean, Splash Mountain, even It’s a Small World bumped and dipped and splashed more than normal. They aren’t kidding when they sing “It’s a world of fear.”
2. The rides are darker.
The other thing we noticed first at Space Mountain was that it was much more eerie. With fewer people on each ride and fewer cars running, it was quiet. You couldn’t hear anyone else screaming but yourself. But that wasn’t the eeriest part. You also couldn’t see your own hand in front of your face. It was pitch black. At first, I thought they might have turned extra lights off to save energy–and thus money they had lost from March to July. But then we rode Buzz Lightyear and I noticed I couldn’t find where my laser was. I quickly realized it’s always like that, and after Maria whooped me by over 300,000 points, she graciously let me pick the next ride.
Now I know the layout of Haunted Mansion pretty well. I would even bet that I could walk through it in my sleep without tripping over any happy haunts or ghostly gravestones. But when we got into our Doom Buggy and started into the mansion, it was so dark I couldn’t see anything that lay ahead of us. It took me a while to realize what was going on.
Arguably the best part of “New Disney” is that the lines are shorter than the rides themself. The queues are so quick that you never even stand still. While I missed the stretching portrait room presentation, I was thrilled to get on Haunted Mansion in just five minutes. But then it hit me: my eyes hadn’t had enough time to adjust to the dark. Normally, while waiting for Space Mountain, you spend twenty+ minutes in the warped window constellation hallway. In Haunted Mansion, the Arby’s commercial narrator glosses over the skeletal suicide in the ceiling while our pupils dilate to take in every detail. This is no longer the case–you’re moved from the blinding sunlight to the dark track of the ride in only a handful of minutes. Even the Dumbo ride had me amazed at how much darker it was, until I realized that I still had my sunglasses on and a massive summer storm cloud had blocked out the sun.
3. Character meets aren’t as intimate.
As a part of our Disney checklist, we are trying to meet all of the characters at each park. To answer my question from earlier, I don’t think the CDC recognizes mascot heads as acceptable face covering, because there were no characters out and about. The only time we saw characters were up on floats and on balconies high above the sparse crowds. The majority of them would simply wave and dance, but you could tell there were some characters that were starved for social interactions.
Normally, when we meet characters, I get very involved in whatever the characters are talking about. I’ve had ten-minute conversations with Elena of Avalor about her flying jaguar’s diet and with Edna Mode about what really constitutes a “cape”. These nice little chats are fun, if uncomfortable for Maria, but they are always private. When I’m talking to Jack Sparrow or Stitch, I know they’re the only ones hearing what I’m saying.
That is no longer the case. Yes, the characters still want to talk to you, but they have to do so from a raised platform. We learned this lesson the hard way when Cinderella’s step sisters came out on the balcony of the castle. They immediately spotted our “Happily Ever After” engagement buttons and struck up a conversation…from about 30 feet away. Since we were wearing masks, we had to shout our answers so they–and the rest of the patrons in the park–could hear.
When Drizella asked me how we met, I was about to yell at the top of my lungs: “I WAS HER TEACHER. SHE WAS MY STUDENT AND THEN WE STARTED DATING. DON’T WORRY, SHE EARNED HER A.” Thankfully, before I could do that, Maria elbowed me hard and sweetly and succinctly answered “School. We met at school.”
4. The Country Bear Jamboree is NSFW.
This isn’t anything new to Disney, I had just never seen it before. And that’s probably because there is so much to do at Disney. If you only have 7 hours in a park with over 50 attractions, typically the CBJ is near the bottom of your list. But when each ride only has a 10 minute wait, you run out of things to do pretty quick. After a few hours of walking around in the 95 degree heat, we decided we’d bite the bullet and sit in the A/C for ten minutes. Little did I know that the break for my feet would turn into a workout for my abs.
All I can say is that every single one of those bears must be in heat. I was sunburnt and sweaty going in, but my face was way redder coming out. Them’s some raunchy bears. I still can’t believe there were children sitting behind me. Their poor innocent ears. But boy did I laugh.
5. It doesn’t matter if attendance is limited and you can only see 2 inches of everyone’s face; Maria will still see someone she went to high school with.
This started when I first began going to White House with Maria. Every trip necessitated a trek to the local WalMart, where, without fail, we ran into someone from Maria’s graduating class. In small Tennessee towns, that’s not that far-fetched, though. It only turned really weird a couple of weeks ago.
I proposed to Maria on the shore of Madeira Beach. I made sure we went to the most isolated section I could find so we could get good sunset pictures. Now keep in mind, it wasn’t Spring Break. Schools had started back. But before I had time to brush the sand off my left knee, we heard “Maria?” One of her friends from high school came running up to hug her. No, I hadn’t invited her to enhance the surprise. She just happened to be there. On the same beach. On the same day. And she had gotten engaged just hours before. Whoa.
It doesn’t stop there. We were walking from the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train (the only ride that isn’t bumpier now) to Under the Sea when all of a sudden Maria takes off running and almost tackles this dude that was walking toward us. It took me a second to understand that, no, she wasn’t trying to steal some rando’s Dole Whip, it was just another friend from high school.
This all just goes to show that even with huge changes, mild discomforts, and limited capacity, Disney World is still a place where everyone longs to go. I can’t wait to go back. Thankfully, I only have to wait nine more days.