Grumpy McGrumpy Won’t Take Me to Disney World
I lied! I want Orlando bad! Someone tell C-mixto that he should share. I’ve traveled 1,074 miles and am stuck in the 3rd circle of Dante’s Inferno of Air Conditioning Hell (because I threw it there) attending work conferences while the sun is blazing a glorious 95 degrees with 100% humidity outside onto a pool that is screaming for me to come inside, in a hotel in Seaworld that is the splitting replica of the one Chevy Chase had a marital crisis in when taking his family to Walley World. Walley World! That’s where I am- a mecca for consumer happiness, entertainment and rides…
I want to see Mickey and buy some mouse ears! I want cotton candy and to see the demonic dolls sing in maddening cacophony, It’s a Small World After All, because still it rings in my ears 20 years later… Disney is a drug- a brainwashing homing device placed in all our American hearts, a surrogate parent that beacons you to return to it if you come too close. Start the petitions- we only have 1 day. Tell C-mixto to take me to Disney World!
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I have to side with C-Mixto here. It will only add to your disappointment of this city. By the way I have visited Orlando about 45x so I feel I have a right to say all that I want about this place. Almost moved there once… obviously it was a low point in life.
Although you would somehow be the only female to look sexy in mouse ears. Although I want nothing but happiness for my dear Nova, I applaude C-Mixto for this decision. You have to understand he was looking out for you. I imagine he was only looking out for his sanity as well. Leave Disney World as a childhood fantasy. Imagine if you are let down?! Childhood dreams SHOT.
FLORIDIANS HATE THE COLD BUT LOVE THE AC!!! They don’t embrace the 90+ degrees in December, and natural light is covered up. So what’s the point?
Bianca continues to make us laugh. And you are right, very dangerous to visit Disney to destroy childhood dreams. Luckily I went to Epcot, which is more adult than the rest. I’ll write more about why I went (besides suddenly reverting to a child- a rebellious reaction to the fact that I was imprisoned in a stuffy work conference). I skipped the mickey ears though.
I can’t get over this AC thing. It’s horrible.