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4 Grown Men In Disney

The corp had an off-day, really an off-evening, at Disney last Sunday. We assembled a nice round number of four and headed off into the magical kingdom, our hearts eager with the possibilties that lay at hand.

But first we were hungry. The first place we saw, Pecos Bills, had deliciously greased up burgers. Devoured.


Right across te way was Pirates of the Caribbean with only a 10 minute wait, which in actuality we were on and off that thing in less than 10 minutes, so.... Good times. Curtis was in awe of the 1970's animatronics. I think his mommy & daddy never brought him to Disney when he was a wee boy. That's why he's so weird.


From there we hit the Swiss Family Robinson Treehouse, a personal favorite of mine, one I'm willing to overcome my intense fear of heights to explore.
Proof:



From there it began to rain a little, so we hid in a small cabin type thing, managed to be perfectly placed for one of those random creepy parades that showcase grown men dressed as princes with bad wigs and the ugliest princesses you ever did see. The rain didn't let up but we had to move, we were on a deadline. We searched out the nearest indoor attraction, The Haunted Mansion, and hopped on line. The pictures didn't turn out too well, but I'm telling ya, there were ghosts.



On over to Tomorrowland where we ran into some old Cadets from the area. We rode alongside in the teacups with Caroline, Justin, Marissa & Monica. Curtis, Rory, Brian & myself jammed into one teacup.


This must've looked completely ridiculous, but we had that puppy spinning so fast that Brian went crosseyed.


Let's see what was next. From there it started to pour. We had to make a mad dash from the shelter of the teacups into what turned out to be an ice cream stand. Coincidence? No. After that Brian insisted we ride the "people mover" as it was his favorite ride as a youngen. Luckily the "people mover", more commonly known as the Tomorrowland® Transit Authority, was completely empty. We walked right on and Brian could not have been happier.


The people mover travels around Tomorrowland® and shows you all the attractions there, and even goes inside Space Mountain, but since it was broke down at the moment the tracks were lit up and we got a peak at what Disney doesn't want you to see. That Space Mountain kinda looks like those cheap, scary rollercoasters along the Jersey shore that you won't let your kids go on. Just saying.


With it still raining we decided to ride the people mover again, which of course delighted Brian, but this time we saw that Space Mountain was up and running, so we bolted off, ran thru puddles and got online. It was the longest wait of the day, about 45 minutes, but c'mon, it's Space Mountain.


We left Tomorrowland® to get the obligatory photo in front of the castle.


Whoever we got to take it I guess didn't understand the assignment. Not the best photo taken there I'm guessing, but we move on.

We saw cranes. They was neat-O. I got close to this guy.


With about an hour & a half to kill we were gonna jam as much as we could into this day. We skipped back to Frontierland to hit some of the big rides there. First, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. I managed to snap off a few shots to capture our emotions as we whipped around the crags and crevasses which ranged from excitement...


to lunacy...


lethargy...


and finally, extreme boredom...


Splash Mountain was next...


...and again the wait was short so we couldn't resist and even tho I didn't wanna get wet (I always get the seat that has the puddle in it) we hopped on in hopes to get a good shot to buy of us going over the falls.

We did.


And yes I did get the seat with the puddle in it.

We headed back to Main Street, grabbed some seafood at Columbia Harbour House, and Brian had to make a stop to buy some souvenirs, a stuffed Mickey he would carry like a woobie the remainder of the summer. A quick stop to pick up some oversize lollies and we were on the monorail.


Good day. As good a day as 4 grown men can have in Disney while it seemed all of Brazil was watching us. Not sure when I'll be back again, but I can be pretty sure that it won't be with those guys.

Touring The Southern States

Here's some photos from the Atlanta thru Houston leg of the tour.

I caught up with some old friends in Atlanta; Erica Abello, Lauren Harper, and managed to spend some quality time with the crazy as ever Christian.


Look at that hair.


April popped in, ready to pop, in Orlando and managed to do some damage in the flag ensemble. The woman never ceases to amaze.


Walking on the field at the Orlando regional.


We spent an evening with the Pittman's in their RV and doing some fine dining. This photo says it all.


Greg & Daniel perform "Birds of Paradise: The Mating Rituals of the Emu"


"Bring it in kids"


Sometimes we can't find Curtis but he always turns up, either up a tree or behind a very large stump like this one.


We all shop at the same stores.

That's it for me as far as tour goes this year. Popping in when the corp is in Allentown and going to finals. I'm free.

Meet the Staff

Here's some of the people that I spend my everyday with.

Daniel

Daniel is a good old friend. He is just recently acquired a new job and has been watching what he eats. Daniel insists he does not have a foot fetish, but knows someone who does.

Emma

This is Emma & my 11th summer together and I can honestly say I don't know anything about the girl. She constantly challenges those around her by just trying to keep up (literally, I hate you) and just when you got her figured out, she dyes her hair brown. She'll get it together one day.

Curtis

Curtis is a mockingbird, out to rearrange reality and carve a niche into the plodding Santa Fe landscape, all the while leaving time to reinvent his formative years thru the amalgamations of his joy for motion, fervor for creation, and obsession with peanut butter infused mousse. Curtis also does not like moisture.

April

April is the mama of us all, mother to one, and this is the best picture she's ever taken.

Greg

Greg uses words like disconsolate, ursine & sugarwater in perfect, albeit uncalled for and usually misunderstood context, and can work a biblical reference into a conversation about teriyaki sauce. Greg is Stewie Griffin.


Brian (aka: the Jew)

Brian is the wide-eyed optimist youngen among us, but he will soon learn the dark side of the activity and, like us, live everyday in the bitter & macabre shadow of a merciful beast determined to scrape at our souls til we take our final decaying breath.

Michelle

Michelle is a dark disturbing lady. She rarely has a nice word to say and is usually referred to by the kids as "the pain-bringer". And tho I wouldn't recommend it, if you do ever find yourself caught in a conversation with her don't mind the mumbling rants about her 80's obsession & rats in the deer-feeders.


Rory (aka: Cosgrove, Deputy Terry Cloth)

Rory is a hot mess.

Michael

Michael was in Rent. And I think he pays rent, at his apartment, or wherever he lives, I dunno, he's never invited me over. Michael is also a 24 year old black woman.

Spring Training, Pt. 1

...making up for a lack of posting the past couple weeks, Fran doesn't really have internet access at the new home and I am restricted to borrowing neighbors laptops on the sly.... and we listen to Yaz Gazeteci Yaz at least 50 times a day, so that's awesome...

I'll let the photos tell the story. Sit back.





























Til next time.