[TRAVELS] The Anti-Q [Part 4]
(Time to finish this thing up. This past weekend, I finally had a chance to take a real trip to a real place for the first time in a long while, and it was damn fun. Will try not to waste much more time on this kind of crap.)
So with Indiana Jones fastpasses in hand, we headed for the cantina. Actually, Kayo headed for the little girls' room whereas I headed straight for my long-deserved first beer of the day. We finally reassembled and took spots in one of those 30-minute fast food lines that earns Disney its riches. Guess who in the parallel line? Abuser Dad. He went way out of his way to avoid eye contact, even when I called out to him in my usual friendly way. It was lame.
Food bad. Beer good. Wine bad. What made the lunch was the live mariachi band. It was the best I'd ever felt at a Disney park. I took a five-minute break to pick up Raging Spirits fastpasses as well.
Indiana Jones OK as usual. Raging Spirits horrible.
On to the comically racist Arabian port. The Sindbad ride was fine. What was better was coming out to see the characters in full force taking pictures with the proletariat. Of course, with the crowds we couldn't manage a picture with anyone except the resolutely unattractive, mangy monkey from Aladdin. And then the live actors came out. Jasmine was astounding. I placed her at 17 years old, ASIJ Chofu campus, then walked away from the illegality of it all. Thankfully Kayo snapped a few pictures.
Then another line, this time for the Magic Lamp thing. Behind two girls in full Disney gear: Minnie ears, miniskirts, neon pink tops. Oh wait, scratch that. The two girls' ages added up to 120 or so. The whole line was dry heaving. Oh well, where else can you see this (if you're into that sort of thing) besides Disneyland? Then again, I suppose Exotic Erotic night in the Castro is a viable answer.
Magic Lamp cast was quite poor. Much worse than my first experience, not worth a third.
Boats, popcorn, end of day. A thoroughly memorable Disney visit, complete with a near fight, honest mariachi music, hot Jasmine, and dozens of people dry heaving at the sight of geriatric Minnies. It just doesn't get any better than that.
Which is why I should have stopped there and gone straight back to civilization. Instead, I wheeled by the gift shop and bought my girls the caricatured mini-replica of the Flounder coaster at an irrationally exuberant price. Checked it out at home the next day, and the lift hill didn't work smoothly. Not happy. Disney. Made in China.
In sum, fully satisfied by this visit, and I probably won't need to check the place out again for a long time.
So with Indiana Jones fastpasses in hand, we headed for the cantina. Actually, Kayo headed for the little girls' room whereas I headed straight for my long-deserved first beer of the day. We finally reassembled and took spots in one of those 30-minute fast food lines that earns Disney its riches. Guess who in the parallel line? Abuser Dad. He went way out of his way to avoid eye contact, even when I called out to him in my usual friendly way. It was lame.
Food bad. Beer good. Wine bad. What made the lunch was the live mariachi band. It was the best I'd ever felt at a Disney park. I took a five-minute break to pick up Raging Spirits fastpasses as well.
Indiana Jones OK as usual. Raging Spirits horrible.
On to the comically racist Arabian port. The Sindbad ride was fine. What was better was coming out to see the characters in full force taking pictures with the proletariat. Of course, with the crowds we couldn't manage a picture with anyone except the resolutely unattractive, mangy monkey from Aladdin. And then the live actors came out. Jasmine was astounding. I placed her at 17 years old, ASIJ Chofu campus, then walked away from the illegality of it all. Thankfully Kayo snapped a few pictures.
Then another line, this time for the Magic Lamp thing. Behind two girls in full Disney gear: Minnie ears, miniskirts, neon pink tops. Oh wait, scratch that. The two girls' ages added up to 120 or so. The whole line was dry heaving. Oh well, where else can you see this (if you're into that sort of thing) besides Disneyland? Then again, I suppose Exotic Erotic night in the Castro is a viable answer.
Magic Lamp cast was quite poor. Much worse than my first experience, not worth a third.
Boats, popcorn, end of day. A thoroughly memorable Disney visit, complete with a near fight, honest mariachi music, hot Jasmine, and dozens of people dry heaving at the sight of geriatric Minnies. It just doesn't get any better than that.
Which is why I should have stopped there and gone straight back to civilization. Instead, I wheeled by the gift shop and bought my girls the caricatured mini-replica of the Flounder coaster at an irrationally exuberant price. Checked it out at home the next day, and the lift hill didn't work smoothly. Not happy. Disney. Made in China.
In sum, fully satisfied by this visit, and I probably won't need to check the place out again for a long time.
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