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Saturday, June 23, 2001
I decided today that I have to go to Disney World, and SOON.
It came on while I was watching that cartoon on ABC with Nathan Lane as the little blue dog who pretends to be a boy so he can go to school. It reminded me that the only other time I'd seen that cartoon was in Disney World last fall. I was seized with intense nostalgia and longing and knew I must somehow get to Disney World as soon as possible. Mom's planning to go in January, but that is way too far off. I remembered once when the idea to go had come upon us quite suddenly and we'd ended up going a week later. It was exciting because it was so last-minute, spur-of-the-moment. I issued myself a challenge: to convince Mom that we needed to go to Disney World immediately. I was so excited I got dressed and everything, and went into her bedroom and woke her up and said, "We need to go to Disney World, right away." Most mothers would roll over and go to sleep. Mine is not most mothers. I'll now shorten the story by saying: I found excellent airfares, and if we can wrangle Vacation Club reservations over the phone on Monday, my mother and I may be going to Disney World in 2 weeks (directly before my Montreal trip; in fact, I would go straight from one airplane to another, without going home first). The fact that this is even a possibility fills me with a wild euphoria. We went out to breakfast, where I did my hard convincing, and then the two of us went to the 5th avenue Disney Store to buy The Three Cabelleros (and an action figure of Milo Thatch from Atlantis, who, think of me what you will I don't care, is a hunky frickin' cartoon character if I ever saw one.) It rained hard and we walked through the rain with our spoils and talked excitedly of our plans. I am now tired and happy and wrapped in a robe. I only regret that I am too tired to think about going to Mint Manor; I hope she can accomodate me tomorrow... I'M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD! I knew I could do this; I can do anything. (Hm. Yesterday I couldn't get out of bed. Should this swing from depression to euphoria be cause for alarm?) |