Not So Magical

pic06867I’ve seen the end of times. It’s Disney World in the summer. Oh, I know right now some of you are thinking, “Hey, fool don’t you know better than to go to Orlando in any season that starts with the letter S?”

The answer to that question would be yes, of course, I know better but I was there for my daughter’s dance competition. The travel dates were non negotiable which is why I spent last Sunday (into Monday) at the Magic Kingdom from 8:00 a.m. to 1:00 a.m. That’s right 17 hours straight at Disney and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have some PTSD from the experience.

I knew Disney would be thick with humanity and humidity. I just didn’t realize the extent of the thickness until about 1 o’clock in the afternoon. That’s when the park reaches maximum stroller and scooter capacity. Who knew the double stroller could multitask as a weapons grade battering ram?

I don’t know what happens to parents at Disney World but it seems to me that they become focused on one mission; harming anyone who slows down their forward motion (including their own children).  I feared for my life more than once especially when a mom pushing a double stroller was teamed up with grandma and grandpa in scooters.  The mom was in the middle and the grandparents were flanking her on the left and right.  The trio was plowing through the crowds at Fantasy Land and mowing down anything that got in their way. General Patton rolling through Europe had nothing of this threesome.

As for the weather, the humidity was so thick you felt like you had been dipped in chicken fried steak gravy and rolled in mashed potatoes. Now, add in the body odor of thousands of profusely sweating adults and you’ve got yourself a crock pot cooking up a simmering stew of gag. You know what would be really magical at the Magic Kingdom? A deodorant kiosk.

The only way to dress for this kind of weather is to wear your “I’ve given up on life” outfit.  Which means your most comfortable shoes, shorts and shirt. I was confused by the number of women in heels, full make up and free range hair. And by this I mean their long, unfettered locks heating up their back like a microwaved Shamwow.  I wanted to reach into my fanny pack (yeah, I wore a fanny pack, your fashion pride goes right out the window when you’re doing hard time at a Disney Park) and hand them a Wet One and a pony tail holder but I thought that might be perceived as being a little forward.

The most popular clothing item, by far, at the park was the family Disney T-shirt. This is a shirt with a Disney logo, your family’s name and some other tidbit of information like how many park visits you were currently enjoying.  One family was on their 32 reunion at the Magic Kingdom. Who willingly advertises this kind of crazy?

After I came to terms with the weather and crowds I sought to get to know my fellow Disney guests by visiting with strangers standing in a line, that seemed long enough to circle the earth, for the newly opened Seven Dwarfs Mine Train ride. This was where I discovered an idiocy that will haunt me for months, if not years. The family that was in front of me in line lives in Orlando. That’s right, they live Disney adjacent and yet they pick a Sunday and the hottest day of the year (96 degrees with a “feels like 107”) to come to Disney World. I had to ask them why (this is when my daughter pretends she doesn’t know me). Their answer, “I dunno, I guess we didn’t think about it that hard.”

Who wouldn’t think about that? Who would voluntarily choose to go to Disney on a crowded, steamy, Sunday if they lived right next door?

After the family acted scared of me for asking a couple of simple questions, I had no choice but to amuse myself by Tweeting about my Disney experience. My daughter, still pretending we’re not related, whispers, “Stop doing that.”

“Why?” I ask.  It’s not like you’re talking to me.

“Because Disney is probably tracking us with the bar code on our tickets and you’re going to get us throw out of the park.”

“Really, you think they’re tracking us?”

“Yeah, did you notice they also scanned our fingerprint.”

Now this is what I call fun, a kid in the throes of a Disney conspiracy theory. Let me tell you something, if you’re not raising a child that can’t concoct a couple of conspiracy theories than you’re not raising a good American. But before I had a chance to delve deeper into this exciting topic the Mine Train ride gets temporarily closed and the line gets ugly, like double stroller ugly. It was time to seek refuge in the Hall of President’s, or as my daughter calls it, the empty theatre.

Part 2 of Not So Magical tomorrow.

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Here’s a little ditty about it: The Spring Creek Elementary School PTA board (a coven of Mean Moms dressed in Uggs, yoga pants, and dermal filler) is up to no good. Wynn Butler (middle-aged, uncool, and not bringing sexy back) is determined to find out what’s going on. With help from her two kids, a Roomba vacuum turned mobile surveillance drone, and a few good friends, Wynn launches a covert investigation that leads to the “mother of all revenge capers” at the school’s annual Fall Festival. If you’ve ever fantasized about smoke bombing the idiot parent who has yet to master the fine art of the school drop-off lane, or standing up and shouting, “Liar, liar, Botox on fire” during a PTA meeting, then this delicious tale of payback is for you.

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7 thoughts on “Not So Magical

  1. Becky says:

    You deserve dance mom of the year award – I love my kids but honestly would have considered paying anyone ( money crack alcohol sex acts whatever it took ) to walk Disney with her so that I wouldn’t have to ensure the heat or the dancing 🙂 All that aside you are ahead of your game and don’t know it falls newest fashion trend is bringing the Fanny pack back – oh and the 80’s scrunchy – looking forward to tomorrow. Thanks for entertaining me while I watch my 6 year old tirelessly counce at sky zone. Becky

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  2. A.PROMPTreply says:

    OMG. I can’t stop laughing……I started with “General Patton rolling through Europe had nothing on this threesome,” and haven’t stopped since. I almost fell off my chair when I got to, “…if you’re not raising a child that can’t concoct a couple of conspiracy theories than you’re not raising a good American.” Oh, I do so enjoy your humour! Great post. Again!

  3. Linda says:

    I am laughing so hard… as someone who just got back from the “worst vacation EVER” at the other Disney park, I can so relate.

  4. Fen says:

    This is great! “Now this is what I call fun, a kid in the throes of a Disney conspiracy theory. Let me tell you something, if you’re not raising a child that can’t concoct a couple of conspiracy theories than you’re not raising a good American.” I’m relatively new to Snarky but am loving all that I’ve read thus far. The above gem, if you don’t mind (& with due credit, of course), I have to share.

  5. Kell says:

    spot on about the strollers, line cutters, and the need for deodorant! It’s more fun to stop right in front of the five wide groups, forcing them to divide~just because.However, you forgot to mention that the “It’s a small world ride” is more like “It’s a long world with creepy dolls and over-stimulation of the senses”

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