Oh, I had all the photos preloaded,
ready to put prose to.
But...
I can't find a way to start.
I wonder if this is writer's block?
But then how can I be writing this?
My hope is that if I just... start...
the words will start to flow.
See and this proves that you are far more of a skilled TR writer than myself. I just tell it matter of factly and rather dry, so no writers block there....
We left with plenty of time to do the
two hour journey.
Stop laughing!
How was I supposed to know????
Yeah, yeah... I was warned.
But... how bad could it be?
I did try to tell you, but I suppose I should have mentioned the thing about if it's 5PM you might as well just stop and chill where you are. The traffic will dissipate in a couple hours. Besides I thought for some reason you would be leaving Universal more like 8-10PM.
Our two hour drive became three.
And then four.
Yeah, in a perfect world, the drive should take about an hour, but the only time that would be happening is in the middle of the night. You could make it in two hours during work hours (10AM-3PM), but the four hours on either side of the work hours time frame are nightmare traffic hours. A 40 minute drive on Tuesday night's takes us two hours. Do you remember the route that you took?
(Well... movie stars, perhaps.
It's California. Don't they litter the
streets with celebrities there?
)
Oh yeah I see half a dozen every day!
We pulled up beside her and I rolled
down Kay's window.
"Liesa?" I called.
See?
The CM asked if this was our
first visit and gave us
buttons to wear too.
I mentioned that it was Kay's
birthday (well... we were celebrating)
and they gave her a birthday
button too.
Actually, it wasn't a CM who gave you those buttons...
A little fairy godmother picked them up the Sunday before at the Chamber of Commerce in DCA.
Hmmm... odd.
No castle.
Wait... Is that it??
It's so... tiny!
Shut up. All you WDW folks ridicule Walt's little masterpiece.
Liesa blithely hopped over the rope,
elbowed her way past some
angry parents and joined us.
I studiously avoided the glares
of the people behind us.
That doesn't surprise me! She can be pushy like that!
OK be back later to finish going in a treatment room now.
OMG! We're about to be
swallowed by a giant whale!!!
Agggghhhhh!!!!
Turn around!
No! I don't wanna die!
Here! Uh... Liesa!
Why don't you sit in the front!
Better pictures from there.
Perfect. Let her be whale bait first.
I was ready to fight Kay on this,
but... she plays dirty.
"Dad. It's my birthday celebration.
You have to."
And when Liesa rejoined us,
(apparently she came out fine in the end)
she insisted I ride it as well.
Two against one.
Totally unfair.
I decided to capitulate first
and regurgitate after.
Had I been there I would have been on your side!
Hah! Joke's on them.
I'm married.
I'm
used to women
yelling at me.
How many women are you married to?
And if you look around enough,
you can see the magic.
You just have to know it
when you see it.
It's everywhere.
Do you see the magic?
(Why yes. Tell me. For bonus points.)
Of course I see the magic. And the pretty pink blooming trees aren't bad either.
We arrived back at city hall,
and I had to take a photo
of the lamp burning in Walt's window.
I love that little touch.
Me too!
It turned out I didn't need to get
a locker as Alison had a large bag
on the back of her
scooter.
I gratefully accepted her offer
of being my personal pack mule.
I was more than happy to oblige.
I'll have to finish the rest after I get back home and have a chance to quote some more.