Speaking of traveling, in about a month I'll be journeying to Disney World in Orlando for a four-day stay with my three sisters, one of my brothers-in-law, and my niece and nephew. We'll be there on Independence Day weekend, when the park will be stuffed to the gills with tourists, temperatures will be akin to those on the surface of the sun, and I--barring any unforeseen stumbles into any unforeseen wormholes--will be some 25 years older than the place's target audience.
Also, my oldest sister--mother to my four-year-old niece and three-year-old nephew--has signed us all up for "character breakfasts" for every morning we'll be there. This means that each day, bright and early, we're supposed to go to designated restaurants where struggling actors in oversize Goofy costumes jape about while we try to finish our waffles. I just know that by day two, when I'm required to interact with one of these figures before I've had coffee, I'm gonna be like, "Listen, I know it's disappointing that your degree in musical theater from the University of Michigan didn't get you as far as you wanted, but is that any reason to take it out on me? Can't I enjoy my Mr. Toad's Wild French Toast in peace?!"
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