That's how it works, right?
Anyway, this trip was pretty fun because I did a lot of Disney things that I had never done/hadn't done since I was in diapers, like Epcot and that demonic hall of horrors that is *shudder* It's A Small World.
Other things at Magic Kingdom: Women who try to force their way through crowds whilst loudly proclaiming "IT'S GO TIME!", The Carousel of
Clever Euphemism: "He had too much Disney magic, they overloaded him and he couldn't handle it"
Me: "We must purge to make room for more whimsy!"
Clever Euphemism: "PURGE!"
also there's an area behind the Magic Kingdom castle that gives you a great view of the fireworks show but also is rather similar an experience to being in a war zone during an air strike:
Also light parades that are not all that interesting but worth watching for the little kid that kept poking me going,
The next day, in Hollywood Studios (MGM if you're a Disney Old Timer), there was the stunt car show, the Indiana Jones show, which has a picture-pose thingy with the tank from the 3rd movie:
But mostly, there were New Orleansians. Since it was Mardi Gras all the native Nola's had apparently fled the state of Louisiana and had come to Disney.
Nothing interesting happened at Animal Kingdom.
That night we went to Cirque Du Soleil and as someone who hates: clowns, the circus, and pretentiously overhyped shows, I can objectively say that IT WAS THE COOLEST THING EVER.
There's a whole storyline about dreams and repeating patterns and stuff like that, but I was too busy going
to really notice any of the story.
Then to Epcot, where everything was new and exciting for me, even the rides that hadn't been updated in fifteen years!
Also we did Mission Space, which centrifuges your ass around the solar system and also gives each rider a job, like navigator, pilot or captain. It's just pressing a button and doesn't really mean anything, but some people were more serious about it than others...
Then we learned about Canada and China and various other countries in the Epcot Around The World Thingie (Apparently most countries are just nicely facaded restaurants), and saw another fireworks show from a much safer distance. That was about a third of all the crap we did at Disney and I am still tired from it all. My feet have revolted and refuse to work anymore, choosing instead to form their new sovereign nation of Footopia, where they govern justly...I should probably get some sleep.
Your regularly scheduled silliness returns tomorrow, for now this is Sugary Cynic, purging to make room for more whimsy. 'Night!
(After somehow successfully guessing the type of vinyl mickey toy in the mystery box it comes in)
Me: "How did you do that?"
Clever Euphemism: "MAGIC"
Me: "No, seriously, how did you that?"
Clever Euphemism: I am in touch with the Disney universe. And I can also see the future"
Me: "How...wait, what?"
Clever Euphemism: "Or maybe it was magical psychic karma. Either way, it was life-affirming. I wanted it to be that Mickey and it was"
Me: "You're going to milk this for a long time, aren't you?"
Clever Euphemism: "You have no idea"