The last time I was at Epcot was around 2015. My wife and I got talked into going to Disney with my Dad and stepmom. They said we wouldn't have to pay anything, that they would cover it.
What I didn't know was that they had wrangled us into one of those f***ing timeshare "free" vacation deals. If that wasn't bad enough, I developed an abcessed molar on the way down. The pain was so bad by the third day, that all I could do was meditate into it. My dentist called in an antibiotic but refused to call in a painkiller. So it was ibuprofen, and weed for a week. So I probably don't have the best memories of Epcot in light of that.
My wife had two Vicodin that she gave me before we went to the Magic Kingdom. I took both, smoked half a blunt (my Dad and Stepmom were freaked out about that; me getting high in the parking lot. Too bad, the pain was exquisite) I also had an 8 ounce flask of Wild Turkey with me too. They didn't know about that.
I was worried about metal detectors, so I slipped the flask into a pocket on the scooter/rascal that my stepmom was using as we approached the entrance (she had no idea) and then retrieved it once we were in. Anyway, I got to ride Pirates of the Carribean, high, and hopped on Vicodin. It added a lot to the experience.
(I have an actual gold tooth/crown now, where that tooth used to be. My dentist was way old school, and retired shortly after that. The guy that took over his practice laughed his ass off when he saw it. He couldn't believe that anyone was still putting in actual gold teeth anymore. I gave my wife strict instructions, that if I'm on my death bed/hospice/whatever, that as soon as she's POSITIVE I'm dead, to get a pair of pliers, which she should have in her purse, and yank that f***ing thing out of my head, before they take the body)