and Mr. Lipstick and I basked in the joy of the kids enjoying all the wonders for the first time. Pretty Girl adored Pluto and Mickey and Minnie. JBB loved the Tower of Terror and meeting the Power Rangers. They both loved Epcot, especially the slooooooow boat ride through the greenhouse. Who knew?
This was my third trip to The Magic and its associated lands. Ahhh...it is still great. I can't wait to go back. I really think I could be one of Those People. We know them. You probably do too. They are the people who go to Disneyworld EVERY YEAR. It's tucked in there with all the majors...Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, Thanksgiving...Disney. I totally want to be one of those people now. I can't wait to go back for more fun. It's like I have unfinished business. Sign me up for the I-come-down-here-so-much-that-I-better-get-some-kind-of-discount deal. I just don't wear clothes with mice on them. Ever.
Since we visited during the arguably oppressive heat of the first week of July, it was quite entertaining to see how the masses dressed for the heat. Most notably, thousands of people wore flip flops and I would estimate that less than 0.5% of them had a pedicure. I wore my trusty Eliza B's one day (thank you Sally Hansen cuticle remover), but you know what-sneakers are way more comfortable.
Have you seen Jersey Shore? I would have sworn that Mike the Situation, Pauly D, JBB, and I were in line for Tower of Terror together.
It was all so authentic...the hair, the big ass watch. The Situation was even wearing a wifebeater, baggy shorts, white flip flops (pedicure probable). Oh, and the piece de resistance...the requisite gold chain rested delicately upon an around-the-neck tat which spelled "family" in ye olde English font.
Giggle...I love the people watching. I am not sure if The Situation was watching anyone other than periodic glances at his own reflection, but if he saw me he would probably wonder on type of farm in the deep South did everyone wear pink and green.
Vacations are fun and wonderful. My gaze on life stays hazy, muted, soft. Vacation hangover leaves me tired, lazy, and seriously worn out. Don't even get me started on unpacking. Wait a minute. I just got myself started on that. Coming home with clean clothes (thank you condo) is still tiring when you bring quadruple what you actually need. I would have been great in the steamer trunk days. Why do I do this to myself? I am not sure why I think that we might need three play outfits plus swimwear plus casual clothes plus dressy clothes all in one day. Times 7 days. I packed like we were never coming home. I need a class, a seminar, or maybe a beating. Perhaps A&E has a reality show in there along with Obsessed, Hoarders, or Intervention. It could be called Packers. I digress.
It feels nice to be sitting on the couch with my laptop. Hugs to Nomers, MiZpHit, and Misplaced Rebel. Thanks for asking.
I hope you all are well. I have a lot of catching up to do. I am looking forward to reading. Currently listening to KD Lang's version of Hallelujah...it is a great one. I am feeling pretty Hallelujah-ish myself.
(by the way, this video is from 2006 and she hugs Leonard Cohen at the end. Cool.)