disney fever is besting me.
walking purposefully at a snailâs pace down main street usa.
blocking the trolley. whoops.
kicking my knees up and stepping in time.
never needing a reason, never needing a rhyme.
coming back to the haunted mansion, like the bride told me to.
canât kick the feeling of queasiness while in line for haunted mansion. i guess itâs really as haunted as they say it is.
popcorn in new orleans square.
clam chowder in sourdough bread bowl.
people watching in new orleans square.
dole whip at the tiki room.
still taking pictures with face characters.
wanting to be a face character myself. probably balou or something.
the smell of sweet in the air on main street.
fireworks. oh, how everything else pales in comparison.
i remember there was a time where i didnât have a pass but my brother worked there for a time, which i had to my advantage. love you kuya!
he always had the worst hours, often being scared during closing because he would have to walk in the dark behind indiana jones.
itâs a small world, even though one boat can handle me now.
running at lightyear speed to space mountain right before closing because thatâs when no one is there.
finding all the little disney touches.
the pack of cats on the prowl near closing time. eradicating rats.
watching the fireworks from every angle possible, be it the parking structure, downtown disney, or just out on the borderlines.
last minute shopping. usually window shopping.
riding splash mountain right before space mountain. at night. so everything is breezy and freezing.
humming the haunted mansion theme song in line with my opera voice so i scare myself and others around me.
sitting in the alley ways of new orleans square/french quarter(?)
always admiring the winnie the pooh ride although never having ridden it (i have a soft spot for winnie).
thunder mountain. get whiplash later.
always think about the guy that died on thunder mountain. get scared.
mingling with the cast members because everyone knows how much they love that.
putting on a stitch hat in storybookland and talking like stitch.
getting lost countless times, getting in trouble the same amount of times.
old, rickety, O.G. star tours. still havenât been on the updated one.
the big slippery ball in tomorrowland.
the weird blue shiny paint they used to drench tomorrowland in.
finding nemo claustrophobia.
finding it odd that i drive terribly in autopia.
looking for hidden mickeys
being there the day the tree fell in frontierland
ending up on the front of the newspaper
teacher asking me where i was the next day, said i was sick. clearly she saw the newspaper.
the little hidden nooks and crannies that no one knows of.
the fact that thereâs a basketball court inside the matterhorn.
feeling so dutch while waiting in that line.
spinning teacups. spotting the little mice popping in and out of holes in the ground while in line.
the nicely thatched roofs.
so much more, but iâll stop. another day perhaps. i miss annual passholding.