The other day I was feeling so poorly I remarked to Devoted Spouse, “When I get better can we take a trip?” He agreed (he probably thought I’d like to go fishing or to one of the Indiana casinos). I hollered out, “Yay, we’re goin’ to Disney World!” He looked at me with the look that says, “oh yeah, she’s been hitting the meds hard.”
For some reason, I just want to go to Disney World. I’m not a big fan of Mickey Mouse and the rest of the Disney outfit, but I have fond memories of going to Disney World many years ago. How many? Well, the park wasn’t quite finished; that’s how long ago it was! I do remember having a heckuva good time on various rides and being impressed with all the latest technology they used. Just imagine how much better (and expensive) it’s gotten in all these years.
The only downside to my last visit was a ride called It’s a Small World. I’m sure ya’ll know the one I’m talking about. You get in a boat and ride through this collection of a hundred gazillion dolls and they’re all singing this gawdawful song It’s a Small World over and over and over. The day my girlfriend and I were there, we got about halfway through the ride and something went wrong. The boats stopped but the dolls wouldn’t shut up. We sat there stranded for about a half hour until I wanted to just get in the water, wade over to the nearest doll and rip her little head off — anything to get them to stop singing that song!
My friend Paula is a Disney freak – and I mean that in a nice way! She and her husband are life-long fans of Disney and go there often. I think they would both like to work in the park some day. I’m thinking she can give me lots of good information on things to do in that area, the best times to go, and what attractions to see.
I’m skipping the dolls, though.