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Thursday, July 07, 2005
Big Thunder and Splash Mountain both stopped working at the same time tonight, around 8:30 in the evening. I don't know what was wrong with Thunder, but some woman had some sort of accident on Splash and we saw them evacuating it, which was surreal. There was one log poised at the top of the drop that just never went over, just sat there and sat there with people in it. I would've been terrified if that were me. I wonder what happened. A little British girl ran by me and said, "It's shot" (broken) "for 'alf an hour, a woman's 'ad an 'accident!"

We had a big ole breakfast at Chef Mickey's for the first time in years, because Kirsten wanted biscuits and gravy. I don't normally enjoy the character breakfasts, but Mickey himself came to our table and kissed me on the head, and I must admit to giggling like a little girl. I wanted to ask Mickey (and Pluto, and Chip and Dale) what school she went to, but that would've been rude. I know everyone in those costumes is a teenaged or college-age girl (because they're the only ones who fit in them.) I also know that most of the people who work here are in the College Program, and I've read way too much about that den of debauchery...

On the way out of the Magic Kingdom, I heard a woman say, really angrily, "Fifty years of what?!" It was hilarious.

I finally saw the hidden Mickey at the end of Pirates. I'd been searching for years.

Oh, and I ate a whole lot today. A horrible lot. And yet, I didn't eat as much as Kirsten did today. To look at her, you really wouldn't believe what that girl can put away.

Oh, and look for this one in the gossip rags: the current insipid stage show in front of the castle is called "Cinderellebration", notable for its lack of any plot whatsoever: Cinderella's getting crowned a Disney Princess (please can that end?) and invites "all her friends" to celebrate with her: Snow White, Belle, Jasmine and Aurora.

Um. So, what did Ariel do, exactly, to deserve this snub? She's got legs now, ladies, it's okay to invite her to the party. Bitches. It's scandalous, isn't it? And I never actually saw Belle get married to the Beast, so for all I know she's living in sin. She ain't no princess until I see a wedding ring on that finger.