And That’s When I Realized There is No Such Thing as Dignity in DisneyWorld.

So today my mom and I TOTALLY BEASTED IT OUT in Disney. And by beasted it out I mean we got there at 8 am, right when it opened and did all of the following things before our 6:00 dinner:
Journey of the Little Mermaid
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
Peter Pan
Small World
Haunted Manaion
Splash Mountain
Jungle Cruise
Pirates of the Caribbean
Big Thunder Mountain Railroad
Carousel of Progress
Tomorrowland Transit Authority
Lunch in the Beast’s Castle
Mickey’s Philharmagic
Space Mountain
Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor
Got Starbucks (THE MAGIC KINGDOM HAS A STARBUCKS NOW!!!!)
Watched the 3 o’clock parade
The Country Bear Jamboree
The Enchanted Tiki Room
The Hall of Presidents
Some light shopping and 
The Castle Show
So yeah, we were kind of AWESOME!
Anyway after we ate we settled in to holding our seats for the 4th of July fireworks (yes. I know it’s the 3rd. They do them all week.)
So we sit on the ground and it starts drizzling and we mention to the woman sitting next to us that we didn’t bring  ponchos cuz they are such a pain and its easier to just get wet. 
Then it starts POURING and I start screaming “THIS ISN’T EASIER! THIS ISN’T EASIER” 
And my mom is all “GO BUY US PONCHOS NOW!!!!”
So I do.
And that is when I became a crazy poncho lady
Except to buy the poncho I had to run down Mainstreet USA and I got totally soaked anyway. I was wearing a maxi skirt (floor length for you non-existent men reading this) and it was super soaked  and heavy and awful.
So when I got back to our fireworks spot I thought “I am wearing leggings under this horribly wet skirt…”
And that’s when I became a crazy poncho lady wearing leggings as pants. 
And then we watched the fireworks and they were AMAZING and we leave the park and skip the parade because we are SO SOAKING WET still. 
We get on the bus back to our resort and my mom asks if I had heard from my friend/cat sitter Marcie.  I hadn’t so I call her. This is how the conversation starts:
Marcie: Hello?
Me: Are my cats dead?
Then I hear someone kind of laugh. 
And that is when I realized that I had become the crazy poncho lady wearing leggings as pants. On a bus. Talking about possibly dead cats.
That is also when I realized that there is no such thing ad dignity when visiting a theme park. Because you can totally have the best, most beastly theme park day ever, but that won’t stop you from making a fool of yourself on a bus.  
And that is basically how life works. 
And, also my cats are not dead. Thanks for asking. 
Also I spent 14 hours in a theme park today after only getting 3 hours of sleep last night and I typed this on my phone, so there are probably a million typos all up in this post. Sorry about that. I’d proof read but I am too tired to care right now. 



8 Responses to And That’s When I Realized There is No Such Thing as Dignity in DisneyWorld.

  1. Typo. Find it. Your cats still aren’t dead.

  2. This non-existant male thanks you for explaining the term maxi skirt.

  3. megan says:

    my leg is killing me, thanks for asking. hahahaha

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