Suffice to say that I did a lot of texting from a lot of very strange places. Here is a random sampling of my texts from that day:
"Meet us at the tea cups"
"On carousel then dumbo then done w Fantasyland"
"We r at the spray thing"
"I want on Aladdin!"
"I know right? I thought he'd at least b ambulatory. Sorry I got u into this."
|Griffin is all smiles as he enjoys his shirt, while |
Audrey plays with my iPhone. There could not
be a more representative shot of these two.
Getting anywhere at Disney is next to impossible. From the moment that you decide that you want to eat something or that it's time to leave, it's a minimum of 2 hours before you will actually be doing said activity. I'm not sure why that is, but it is no exaggeration.
|Grace Anne rubs Big Daddy's head for....whatever|
it is that a handful of scalp mung gives you.
Not only were they expensive, but I risked life and limb to get them. And this is where the Disney po-po story comes in. While we were waiting in line for hot dogs, a parade started down Main Street...which was between the hot dog stand and where the kids were sitting as they waited for their food. When we finally got our lousy food, I was desperate to make it back to our party. I mean, I had left Audrey sans mother and in the company of Big Daddy...nuff said.
|The AAM's and the BD's|
The day got exponentially better from there. You can read Big Daddy's account of the day, if you prefer the insane rantings of a delusional sociopath.
He mentions Grace Anne's "Walk Like An Egyptian-Macarena-Booty Shake-Sub-Saharan Tribal Dance" which I actually have video of...with Audrey trying unsuccessfully to keep up.