HELP! I’M A PRISONER IN DISNEY WORLD
I hate all things Disney. Mrs. C loves all things Disney. Her Disney love trumps my Disney hate. When I complain, she threatens to leave me in Florida. She knows I could never find my back to New Jersey by myself, so I behave. It is not easy. I have already done virtually every ride several times in previous years. How many times can floating through a “Pirates of the Caribbean” set be fun?
“Oooh look, Johnny Depp saying pirate crap. Look, drunken pirates and ugly pirate hags. Oooh!”
There are only two things I like at any of the Disney Parks. People watching and the “Toy Story” ride. If you really want to feel good about your health; if you want to feel thin (and I am about 40 pounds away from being almost thin) visit a Disney Park. If you want to feel good about your well behaved children or grandchildren, visit a Disney Park. The Disney Parks are overflowing with extremely large people, extremely bratty children, and extremely unhappy parents.
I do love the “Toy Story” 3D ride where you shoot targets and earn points. I hammered Mrs. C this year (again!) 125,700 to 114,200.
Anyway, day one is over. My feet hurt, I am tired, I am extra cranky.
Tomorrow I am sneaking away and playing golf. Hopefully I can stay out of those friggin Mickey-ear sand-traps.