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For those of you who are unawares of the immense tourist attraction that is Longwood Gardens, please momentarily divert your attention here.
You know how there are just some things in your life that you feel the need to see before eventually leaving this great Earth? Obviously, Longwood Gardens isn't up there with Mt. Kilimanjaro, the Statue of Liberty or the Great Wall of China, but due to the publicity this place has gotten, I thought it was important to see it before we move further away from it. Not to mention the lack of Christmas spirit I've been feeling lately, what without decorations up or a CHRISTMAS TREE (thanks to the Big Move), I thought it might kick start in me a little Christmas cheer.
Having "been there and done that" I wouldn't recommend this experience to anybody, unless that is, you are a huge fan of frigid temperatures, long lines and ignorant tourists. And by ignorant tourists, I mean the kind of people who travel in large groups and insist on stopping in the middle of a walkway to a) take a picture (that isn't going to come out anyway because it's so damn dark outside) b) wipe the nose/tie the shoe of the snotty, whining little three-year-old who isn't in his/her stroller like he/she should be and without mittens, an extra blanket or even a hat, clearly isn't dressed for the sub-freezing temperatures or c) "ooh" and "ahh" at one of the 597 decorated Evergreens that looks just like the last three that you stopped and stood in front of.
Let's just say that the fun started miles before we even entered the Gardens. Yes, I said miles. A two-and-a-half mile backup that Hubs and I sat in for over an hour, rolling along at a pace close to that of a snail. At first, we at attempted to make it an enjoyable experience by singing Christmas carols, but that enjoyment soon ended as I watched countless cars utilizing the once empty left lane only to speed ahead to the front of the line and cut in as if the ginormous line of cars in waiting was a figment of their imagination.
And the Gardens themselves? We probably could've driven through the multi-million dollar residences of Gladwyne and checked out the front lawns of a few houses and saved ourselves the frostbite and frustration. There wasn't even a Santa. How could you have a light display and NOT have a Santa? I paid $32.00 to see this sh*t, Longwood Gardens, and I didn't even see a Santa!
Let's recap for a moment, shall we?
- 7 minutes to purchase two adult Garden tickets online.
- 45 minutes to reach the two and a half mile back up
- 70 minutes of rolling along making faces and yelling obscenities at the idiots/cheaters in the left lane
- 25 minutes to walk around the Gardens and see all that it had to offer.
By the time Hubs and I made it back to the car, it was still warm and toasty inside.
Thank you, Longwood Gardens, for an experience I won't too soon forget (or rather, forget soon enough!)