bearvomit wrote:
Troy you went at the absolute WORST possible time to Disney World. that's when all the white trash kids go. You should try again in the fall, after school starts.
Dude, I know. We've been there several times, this was my fifth trip, but usually we go in late August-Early September. Hurricane season seems to make the lines shorter and there's more people speaking 'English' from my observation. Not that I mind foreigners, but when I tell someone 'Watch where you push your fucking stroller asshole' I prefer them to know wtf I'm saying. And we always stayed at a 'moderate' level resort, with the dining plan and park hopper options. We tried to save a few bucks this time, free borrowed time-share, cheap tickets and a loan from my Momma' (I'm 37, and yes, ashamed to still be borrowing money from my Momma). The resort was the problem. The staff was rude, the prices insane ($9 to rent an innertube to go around the pissed-up lazy river, $6 half gallon of milk, etc. fuck off) Transportation from there to the parks was a fortune, and inconvenient.
I'm chalking it up as a hard lesson learned. I'm planning our 'after my graduation' trip at the moment. So far it's going to cost me about $5k, + airfare. But I don't give a fuck. After wasting about half that this time and getting pissed, I'm going to do it right. Plus, I have two years to save up. I'm getting a degree in Mortuary Science, the only job left with a resonable expectation of steady income. Too bad a lot of people have to die for me to afford my vacation, but hey, nobody gets outta' here alive. Somebody's gotta' do it, and trust me, you don't want to embalm/aspirate Grandma.
Which leads me to something else I've been thinking about. Star Wars, for me, is just a part (granted, a big part) of my overall love for the liberation that sci-fi and futurism can represent for individuals. The streamlined architecture of Tomorrowland, the 'boring' yet inspiring visions and mind blowing detail of 'old' Epcot (still barely visible, if you peer past all the 'fluff' and crap of many cartoony redesigns), and the immersion of the Star Wars area of Disney Studios all lead my mind back to a place of hope in the future, my own future. And it bums me out to see those inspiring messages and visions being lost on so many people just looking for thrills. I married a woman with a body like a rollercoaster. If I want thrills, I try to get her naked. I still like the rides, but I like my brains set a'flame every so often as well.
Thats one of the things the Star-Tours redesign put in my head. Because while the old ride was 'aight', the new one is really pretty spectacular. And at the same time it made me, if only for the few minutes it takes you along, forget about the lousy time we were having until then. I forgot about all the bratty kids and thier overflexed tattoo (great, you joined a gym, fuck off Jersey Shore) laden fathers. The 'winnerwinner-chicken-dinner' room we got (there were four spoiled chicken breasts in the oven when we checked in). On the ride I started to think about why I like going there to begin with. I like a lot of things about Star Wars, but in the end, it's that liberation of jumping on a space-ship and jaunting off to somewhere different in pursuit of adventure, or whatever it is you are looking for, that inspires me. It's such a different journey, say for Luke in the OT, than the land-locked and fine-printed rat-race I usually find myself in.
Just getting a glimpse of that, and more, makes that $5k seem worthwhile.