I haven't been in the posting mood since returning from the West Coast. Mrs. Big Dubya, however, has been a posting machine all over the damn place. If it's not one thing, it's another. I have a lot to write about regarding our trip, but haven't been able to get them to coalesce into a coherent post - maybe I should write these things down. I am, after all, a writer. Add to that the biggest damn distraction in the world and you can see how hard it might be to find pleasure in posting. So, I've decided to sort of do things in snippets and get it all out there eventually.
I realize it's Fantasyland, but...
I'm no fashion maven nor a clothes horse for that matter. Just give me a pair of shorts, a t-shirt or polo and I'll be on my way. At Disney, I think we just might have been in the minority or just waaaay over-dressed. In short, unless your theme park has a section dedicated to the Red Light District or they're constantly pumping in 2Live Crew's Me So Horny, please, do us all a favor and stop dressing like a hooker. Honestly, it's fuckin' DisneyLand for crissakes. I don't know about you but I haven't seen Goofy running around dressed like The Gimp. Have you?
The beach probably isn't a bad place to be
Homeless. I've been to NYC. I've worked in Boston. I've had my share of residence-challenged individuals hector me for money. Some have been creative. Some have been quite direct. Some are more passive. But the ones I saw in Santa Monica? Not even making an effort. Happy to just set up camp in the middle of the sidewalk, remove their shoes and massage their feet. Except for one - he sat on a bench next to a rod and reel wedged into the slats that made up the seat. At the end of the line was a tin cup with a sign attached that read: "Fishin' for change." Yeah, I fish for compliments. Looks like we're both going away empty-handed.
Almost like Christmas
As Little Dub gets older, his awareness becomes more acute. This past Christmas, there was a sense that this whole shindig was good and all for him and he should be excited, but there wasn't a full on embrace. In May, we visited Disney World, and this sense of wonder was starting, however he was still very wary and unsure. Well, what a difference three months makes. He was like a kid in a...well...nevermind. He was in DisneyLand with all his friends: Buzz Lightyear and Woody, Mike and Sully, Lightning McQueen and Mater - for him, all that is good and great in the world was there in front of him, within reach. I wish I could bottle that sense of wonder and sell it to jaded adults. Imagine the difference it could make. It's gonna be so cool when Little Dubyette joins us in that excitement. I will be as happy as a little girl. C'mon. After getting sappy with the bottling of wonderment, I think I'm entitled to a Sprockets reference at the very least. It was pretty cool to see him so happy though.
Ok - more later.
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Now playing: Smoking Popes - Need You Around
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August 29, 2007
Hookers, homeless and happiness
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3 opined:
Glad you had fun. Were you at Disneyland on Bat Day? It was about the time you were here and consists of thousands of goths. Some might look gimpish.
I hear they're considering adding HookerLand to the park -- what you saw was probably just part of a Disney test marketing effort.
Oh, yeah. Disneyland can be an eye-opening and an eye-averting little destination.
But we blame it on all you damn tourists. And we're stickin' to it.
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