It’s great having all four boys and our daughter-in-law together for a week.
We’re deciding whether to head over to Cape Canaveral, go shopping, or soak up Typhoon Lagoon. I’m for whatever involves the least walking — so my blisters can heal.
We’re staying in the newest, relatively inexpensive hotel on the grounds — Pop Century — which attempts to replicate 1950’s tacky hotel architecture: “Free TV!” “Air conditioned rooms!” and such.
It’s nice but not real nice — which is just fine, except for the fact you have to walk about 25 miles for breakfast. Well, as the crow flies, it’s 200 yards or so, but the Disney architects apparently lost their straightedges, and they force us into a very serpentine path to get anywhere. Which was cool the first time, but did I mention that my feet are sore?
Meanwhile, I try to log in to the comments on my brand new iPhone, which is way, unbelievably, phenomenonally cool — except the cellular service in DisneyWorld is pretty awful. I mean, I’ve been walking around TomorrowLand looking for a signal! TomorrowLand! Surely by the time we all fly around in plastic spaceships even AT&T will have a decent signal in the world’s most popular theme park!
Tomorrow, it’s Disney’s Hollywood Studios (formerly MGM) — home of the Tower of Terror, the world’s best ride! I’m totally psyched — except for the having to walk there part. But at least I’ll get to sit down while being terrified. Ahh … the anticipation.