Sometimes you just want it all to be normal again, or get to something that will become normal.
With that in mind, I'll start back with some rambling.
Judy, my friend, Ohiomyown, once told me she never left anything in Florid that was worth going back for. I thought that was funny. My first experience had been like that, I had taken my first plane trip at the end of 1980 to Ft. Lauderdale to visit relatives I didn't know very well and have never seen again. They were my mothers cousin who was a domineering woman with MS and two of her three adult children, all of whom had some kind of developmental disorder. I shared a fold out bed with my cousin John who talked nonstop about the Miami Dolphins, knew all the stats, he was obsessed, and if we touched in the night, say at 3 am he would say excuse me like he was wide awake. I understand he later lost his job at the bank for making photocopies for his mother.
What does that have to do with anything? I dunno.
My second trip to Florida was in 1998 when my whole extended family went to see the Shuttle take off. That was quite an experience. It was in October, the weather was fairer, and it was cathartic all in all.
This time the trip would come too soon after my get together with my buds at Don Wroe's cabin to do it justice, and would be overshadowed by Heath Ledgers' untimely death. But what a good few days it was.
We walked out to the plane, it was cold and the plane was tiny but it was at least a jet and soon we were in Atlanta board in train to take us to the next terminal. Plato and a Platypus Walk Into a Bar kept my mind occupied and laughing all the way to Orlando, landing under overcast skies and temps in the low 60s on the Fahrenheit scale, maybe about 18 on the Celsius. Our chariot awaited, a Chrysler Seabring, a pimpmoblie, the younger sibling of Rouxblicious's Alberta Pimpwagon, it had 82 miles on it. GPS to tell us where to turn, we finally reached our destination, Disney's resort complex, a nation unto itself.
Disney is huge. You drive for miles to get to Goofy's parking lot to board a conveyance to take you to the monorail to take you to the entrance. And granted the main part of it is for kids, since I didn;t get to see it as a kid that was the first part we saw, before it and me got any older.
Two men with two little boys approached us and asked we take their picture with their camera. The way they were hovering about the children made it clear they were the fathers, and these were their kids. So cool. 99.9% of the rest of the day was the usual adventure in heterosexuality. We walked, I'd say, 15 miles. My feet and legs were so sore, the technology of the place amazed me, but whenever I sat down I would fall asleep. Two days of Disney, and then it was time to head out to meet the Brokies.
My first reaction to the magic kingdom:
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