I’m sitting on the floor in an air-conditioned gift shop drinking free (and funky-tasting) ice water and just getting over the horror of the outdoor, full sunlight, “fast” pass line for BLSRS (which went all the way back to Monsters Inc), followed by being bashed to pieces in Space Mountain.
It needs — and is about to get — a change of scene and pace. I’m getting a Frappuccino and then walking to the Contemporary, ultimately headed to WL. MK is crazy busy and hot. And full of screaming kids. So help me God.
We randomly caught Mary Poppins loitering in the gazebo behind Liberty Square last trip; one of my favorite photos of my DW and DD. No one there but us and 2 couples! Worth keeping any eye out for.
It isn’t entirely clear, though. You are on a list. But WHAT list? I mean, maybe it isn’t living dangerously at all. Maybe the list is one we all wish we could be on. The list of persons who, upon @profmatt’s eventual passing (due to poisoning by water-proofing chemicals, most likely) will receive a portion of his estate.
Oh wait. He’s going to Disney. His estate is worthless.