I Went To Disneyworld and Made an Ass of Myself
Posted by Moose on June 3rd, 2010. Filed under: Travel.
Why, yes. I would like to wear an enormous hot pink sombrero with my plastic Mickey Mouse rain poncho and have my picture taken. BECAUSE THE INTERNET NEEDS TO SEE THIS.
Last year, I went to a personal development type thing in Las Vegas. In one exercise, we were given servants and told to keep them busy. Most people sent their minions marching across the room to fetch things necessary for the early stages of a bloodless coup. I made my minions do a kick line and move a potted plant two feet to the left. I’ve since decided there are two types of people in the world – those who are productive and those who exist only to amuse themselves. You can probably guess which one I am.
(For further proof, please see the foam sword fight or the lunchtime napkin haiku.)
Nothing resets your dials like a vacation. Just getting out of your own space – the space with the storage closet you’ve been meaning to clean for a year, the piles of bills that need sorting, and the heavy psychic fog of dreams gone rancid – for a few days works veritable miracles. (I’m kidding about that dreams gone rancid thing. Dreams are sturdy and you get to cling to them until you die. And after you die I assume you’re too busy learning to fly with your freshly bleached wings or rattling chains in your younger brother’s attic to care.) Whenever I get home from a trip, I’m filled with the undeniable urge to tackle projects and do all those things I’ve been meaning to do, at least until I remember the storage closet and its overwhelming desire to bury me in old greeting cards and tennis rackets circa 1989.
But if nothing else, four days of wine and cheese and MINI ICE CREAM CONES:
You can’t see them very well, but they were chocolate and cookies and cream and covered in sprinkles and delicious and I’m so glad that dress had an empire waist.
…leave me craving nothing more than a green salad and lots of apples. I even went to a dance class tonight, my first dance class in two years, something I’ve been talking about doing, oh, FOR AGES. I’m pretty sure the Cretaceous period made a glittering comeback, complete with troupes of plucky ichthyosaurs doing the lambada while I’ve been talking about taking a dance class and not doing it. But now I have! So I shall bask in my triumph, at least until I can move my legs again.
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June 3rd, 2010 at 10:32 pm
I LOVE THESE PICTURES!
I was just saying the other day there aren’t enough occasions that require a sombrero.
June 4th, 2010 at 7:17 am
You look so happy in all these pictures! I mean goodness, I would be too with mini ice cream cones. Cheers to feeling refreshed and tackling tasks with renewed gusto!
June 4th, 2010 at 7:56 am
YAY FOR DANCE CLASS!!
I’m the same way with vacations – getting out of your usual space for awhile seems to make it easier to jump back into your regular life with gusto.
June 4th, 2010 at 12:42 pm
I was just there a couple of weeks ago. Why didn’t I think of that? I even had a frozen strawberry margarita! Pictures like that are a lot more fun when your kids are older. Then you can embarrass them.
June 4th, 2010 at 5:26 pm
hot pink sombrero’s make everything better. I’m pretty sure I saw that cross-stitched on a pillow somewhere, probably my grandmother’s front room. ;o)
xox
June 7th, 2010 at 8:00 am
That first picture is awesome. The rain poncho makes it.