This is amazing. The things that they are talking about doing at this theme park… are amazing.
I went to Disney World for the first time my senior year of college, at the age of twenty-one, for my final Spring Break. While I’d have loved to go when I was a child and then returned in adulthood, going at that age allowed me to notice a bunch of things that were mentioned in the article: the inclusion of bag-holders on the rides so that you don’t have to lose site of your purse/souvenirs; the ability to skip lines on the rides with longer ones by simply pushing a button and going to enjoy other rides before your designated time of departure; the switching out of ride operators every few hours to limit their boredom; the endless slew of groundskeepers picking up trash throughout the day to keep the park in pristine condition. I was literally amazed by how efficient everything was.
Going on that trip was likely the best decision I have ever made with regard to bringing myself never-ending happiness. I have been dying to go back since I left. I want to live in Cinderella’s castle. I’d like to flirt with the guy that waves you into the “It’s A Small World” ride (again). I want to eat a crack-infused Mickey Mouse ice cream bar while watching the fireworks show… before crawling into a ball in the middle of a booth in a restaurant in Tomorrowland (again). I want to ride Tower of Terror FOUR times in a row (as opposed to three). I want to use my Extra Magic Hours and Park Hopper pass to ride the Rock-n-Rollercoaster until my ears bleed from all of the awesomeness (but wear contacts this time, so that I can see all of the awesome ‘road signs’). I want to participate in the American Idol Experience. I want to find Mary Poppins. I want to eat fish and chips and drink ale while watching ‘The Beatles’ play a show in England. I WANT TO GO BACK. I WANT IT NOW.
As I said just a few short posts ago, I’ll pack my Mouse ears. You just tell me when…
I’m re-blogging this because I agree with everything she says.
Tai-Tai, I want to go back to Disney too. Can I be invited? :)
Yesterday I went shopping with my Mom, sat around with two of my favorite ppl and watched toddlers and tiaras and then drank wine while watching Duke Basketball. Needless to say, I am not looking forward to going back to work on Monday…
Ok so my gym has a Pilates class Mondays at 10:30 [obviously this class is for stay-at-home moms since no one else is around at that time]. Since I have this whole week off, I set my alarm [because why would I naturally wake up before noon?] so I would make it to class. Well yesterday morning, as my twitter followers know, I struggled to get out of bed and by the time I did get up I had about 15 minutes to get dressed, make my sick mother breakfast [I know, I’m a saint, right?] and go to the gym. Miraculously I got all green lights [and one yellow/red light that I treated like a green light] and pulled into the parking lot at 10:30am.
I open my car door to get out, and the wind slams my car door into the car next to me, causing their alarm to go off, and me to look around hoping no one saw that.
No one did.
I ran inside and the lady at the desk told me that they no longer had the [stay at home moms only] pilates class. Unfortunately in my haste I put on my winter boots and couldn’t even go work out. So yea, I dejectedly drove back home and crawled back into bed. #fail
“So to recap, the ethereal golden seahorse known as Antoine Dodson delivered an impassioned monologue about his sister’s almost rape to the local news, which became a viral masterpiece, which was turned into the Auto-Tuned “Bed Intruder Song”, which is now being covered by Christian students. Is that the secret equation that unlocks the apocalypse?”—
- Michael K, blogger at DListed in reference to the video of Liberty University’s choir singing the Bed Intruder Carol
Woman at counter:One iced tea it is! [at this point I'm looking back and forth between the two of them. Is this really happening? I mean, he did look kind of young, but was she just flat out ignoring his request for alcohol?]