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Dear LJ,
At this time tomorrow I'll have gone to a far, far better place.
Which isn't hard, as at the moment I'm sitting here at a very messy desk in the dark in underwear and my thick wool coat because it's a) before sunrise and very cold and yet I'm b) too lazy to actually put pants on.
As usual before a big trip my head is spinning with questions, and this isn't just a normal trip but DISNEY WORLD, a place I haven't been to since I was 4 years old. Agh, SO many questions: Have we not planned enough? Did we overplan? Should I be calling their hotline right now and desperately making restaurant reservations? Will it be a ghost town? Will it be too cold? Will it be too hot? What will I do if my name is accidentally on a 'do not fly' list and I'm left at the airport? Does my new haircut make my head look like a particularly blobby pineapple?
....to be fair, I'd be asking that last question anyhow.
Anyhow, what it all boils down to is that we're about to leave for three days of close encounters with giant mice, and I'm ridiculously excited about it.
The interesting thing is that even though, as mentioned, I was 4 at the time my memories of Disney World are oddly vivid. And a lot of them, I hate to say, are of me having toddler meltdowns. Of refusing to go near the Haunted Mansion because it looked too scary. Of refusing to go in the Hall of Energy because there were a lot of people going in but no one coming out, so OBVIOUSLY once you got inside you'd be killed and eaten. Part of me feels like I should seek out those rides and go on them just as an apology to my parents (who were a little younger than I am now and isn't THAT a kick to the gut to realize?).......and also because, let's face it, the Haunted Mansion is awesome.
At this time tomorrow I'll have gone to a far, far better place.
Which isn't hard, as at the moment I'm sitting here at a very messy desk in the dark in underwear and my thick wool coat because it's a) before sunrise and very cold and yet I'm b) too lazy to actually put pants on.
As usual before a big trip my head is spinning with questions, and this isn't just a normal trip but DISNEY WORLD, a place I haven't been to since I was 4 years old. Agh, SO many questions: Have we not planned enough? Did we overplan? Should I be calling their hotline right now and desperately making restaurant reservations? Will it be a ghost town? Will it be too cold? Will it be too hot? What will I do if my name is accidentally on a 'do not fly' list and I'm left at the airport? Does my new haircut make my head look like a particularly blobby pineapple?
....to be fair, I'd be asking that last question anyhow.
Anyhow, what it all boils down to is that we're about to leave for three days of close encounters with giant mice, and I'm ridiculously excited about it.
The interesting thing is that even though, as mentioned, I was 4 at the time my memories of Disney World are oddly vivid. And a lot of them, I hate to say, are of me having toddler meltdowns. Of refusing to go near the Haunted Mansion because it looked too scary. Of refusing to go in the Hall of Energy because there were a lot of people going in but no one coming out, so OBVIOUSLY once you got inside you'd be killed and eaten. Part of me feels like I should seek out those rides and go on them just as an apology to my parents (who were a little younger than I am now and isn't THAT a kick to the gut to realize?).......and also because, let's face it, the Haunted Mansion is awesome.
