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Saturday, May 27, 2006
Dryblog - From the Airplane
5.26.06 12:51 p.m.

Boy, this screen sucks. But I can maneuver. For the moment. I did find a blank CD at my parents' place and managed to back up my files (except for the majority of the MP3's, quelle domage) so now when the screen gives out completely, I can have it replaced without worrying about losing my data.

Here we are on the plane, Steph and I, on our way to Disney World. I tend to be overly relaxed when traveling, even by myself, because I am so conditioned to traveling with my mom, the Queen of Overpreparation, who takes care of every detail. So used am I to not having to plan or think for myself that I even remain calm and unperturbed when she's not traveling with me. Unfortunately, this led to a spot of hairiness when Steph's mom drove us to the airport this morning, as Mapquest directions are the worst and I certainly can't provide driving directions from anywhere to anywhere, no matter how many times I've ridden from Roosevelt Island to LaGuardia in a cab. Luckily, we made it in time and checked in quickly and efficiently.

Of course, I forgot to attach the Disney Magical Express tags to our luggage, so we'll have to pick them up ourselves when we arrive. No big. I'm still relaxed. I refuse to get tense about traveling.

I had a quiet evening with Dad last night, as Mom and TJ are in Disneyland this weekend. The Phillips are On Property on BOTH coasts. If only Kirsten were in Tokyo Disneyland this weekend, we'd have continents covered. My Dad is happy as a clam to have opted out of the various vacations this time; I left him with Chinese food and his emails and war movies. It was nice last night. We had tea and watched Penn and Teller and I let him talk at me for an hour or so. You have to let Geezer Lightning unload once inawhile, since he has no one to talk to all day except the putty tats.

Steph and I got all of out bitching-about-work done as we waited to board the plane, so hopefully the Law (No Talking About Work On Vacation) will be observed for the remainder of our adventure, which my mom has dubbed Disney Princesses on Tour, but I have redubbed Obese Disney Princesses On Tour, after my collection of drawings of the Disney princesses as they would look if they were grotesquely overweight. I am very fond of these drawings and wish I hadn't lost them. Perhaps I'll be inspired to recreate them upon my return: The "Little" Mermaid; Double-Chinderella; 'Sno Lightweight; Belle-y; Jowlsmine.... (I'm especially proud of the sarcastic quotation marks around
the "Little" in The Little Mermaid.)

4:25 pm
The Disney man made me sing the Tigger song before he would let me get in line for the Magical Express bus from the airport to the hotel. Damn me for wearing this Winnie-the-Pooh belt pack.

I was game, though. I'm a dork that way.

Wetblogging

We're in the hotel now. We're in the lassssst room on the floor, alllllll the way at the end of the hallway.

I'm pretty sure everyone we meet thinks we're lesbians. Hahahaha.

Off to the Magic Kingdom!