Reflections of Disney

In the wake of our recent DisneyLand vacation, I now see things in a diffrent light.

As I sat of a bench with my youngest who had fell asleep in the stroller, I looked down the bench and saw nothing but dads. I looked around at the other benches, all dads. I actually tried for some period of time to find a mother minding the kids and couldn't find one. Apparently, amusement parks are a sort of bizzaro world. I can't say I minded manning the stroller, my little one was exceptionally good, and I didn't have to wait in lines, but still it seemed odd.

Mickey is a bastard! The biggest racquet in the place, aside from the pins, are the autographs. They have an entire restaurant designed to promote the very thing. Still, what I am talking about is the autographs in the park. You have to buy an autograph book ($8) and a pen, as the characters don't carry one ($4) and wait in line to get the autographs. What makes it harder is that the characters generally move around and only stay in a spot for about 30 minutes. So unless you are in the front of the queue, you are getting no autograph.

Still, it was our goal to get all the major characters autographs, and we managed to, except Mickey. We devided and conquered. The wife and kids went into line to get Minnie's signature, while I hustled over to get in line for Mickey. As they were about to clear Minnie's line, I was only about 2 people away from Mickey... it would have been perfect timing. Just then the unthinkable happened, he left. Just picked up cheese and walked away. The bastard, so his was the only major autograph we didn't get.

Still, it was fun though... at least I didn't have to wait in line.