My house mate is in Disney world right now on vacation with her family. It reminded me of the only time I'd been to Disneyland.
Perhaps it was my fault for having a bad outlook to begin with. I'll accept I self sabotaged a potentially fun vacation by not getting in the spirit of things. I was (18-19?) and my sisters who are identical twins were (16-17?). My Mom announced that Grandma wanted to take the whole family to Disneyland, and sure enough my sisters jumped up and down like mad after a Kirby like gasp. I mentioned I wasn't really looking forward to it. Kristine gave me a stern stern look and said 'How can you *not* want to go to the happiest place on earth'. I hate to admit it, but she had a point, who wouldn't want to go to the happiest place on earth. At least I could look forward to the Indiana Jones ride, something I did sincerely want to try.
Airport was awesome. Hotel not as much. I did have high expectations seeing as it was the Hilton, but it wasn't all their fault. For some reason due to our ages my sisters and I had to be put in a 'compound room' which is 2 hotel rooms with their own hall doors, but there's a door connecting the 2 as well. This wall was extremely thin. Thinner then the ones at home. So instead of being on the complete opposite side of the house my sister were practically in the same room as me. This made intimat phone calls, porn watching, and getting away from my sisters quite impossible. The beginning of my frustrations.
My grandma panics easy, so to calm herself down, she OD'd on Tylenol the whole first 2 days without our knowledge. This made things hilarious to look back on, but made her more of a crazy old lady (who I love dearly, just being honest) which in turn made even getting on and off the bus difficult. Speaking of which, Grandma is in a wheelchair and has to use the special lift on the bus. She also doesn't trust anyone but me to help her. So I'm riding the lift up and down with her to keep her calm. Somehow, I swear it was planned, somehow, each and every time I loaded or unloaded Grandma from the lift the Indiana Jones song played on the Disneyland loud speakers. My whole family knowing I enjoyed Indiana Jones, tried to get me in the mood by pointing out I was like him. Yes. I was on a handicap lift in my fedora and that made me the special Olympics version of Indiana Jones.
I have to head to the shower now. Thought about scrapping it, but the slave insisted it was good, so if you don't like it, blame her in your comments and if there's enough I might beat her for it.
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