Seriously. I am one of those emotional saps that gets teary over everything… Especially happy things. Like, I just had to keep my voice from wavering while trying to make dining reservations at Disney. How strange is that?
And it doesn’t even have to be happy things for us, or my family, or my friends… I can cry for the happiness of a total stranger… I also cry at beauty… But, mostly I cry at happiness and an overwhelming of happy emotion… Like at the very start of a play or attraction or movie… Right when the lights come on and light up the scenery and all the people run out… I can’t help it, it hits me like a ton of bricks… Seriously, major sap here.
So, while I was sniveling on the phone with the Disney rep, she informed me that their system was down and I’d have to call back to make my dining reservations. Which made me want to cry for a different reason. I have to wait and hope and pray that we get into the character breakfasts, lunches and dinners that we want. So, that I can bawl when they all run out…
We’re going to Disney the 5th through the 12th. And we’re taking my mom. Who knows not of The Blog. I can make it work, though… I’ll have to post pictures of some activity in which I cried daily and sneak them on for your viewing pleasure. Or of me actually crying at said activity.
I need to pack up a shit pile of Kleenex… So that I can cry at the parades, when the characters run out at the restaurants, when the lights pop on at the attractions, at the beginning of rides, at every.single.animal.sighting at Animal Kingdom, when the characters run by yet again during the meals… So I can be a blubbering mess at the flood of childhood memories, at Avery’s smiles and giggles, at Henry’s smiles and giggles and at the smiles and giggles of the bald man standing next to me…
I better get my ass to Sam’s Wholesale. With a giant grocery cart. And buy some waterproof mascara.
ETA: I finally got through to an agent, their system was back up and we started the reservation process (which is confusing as hell, by the way!) and guess what I did when asking about every.single.flippin’.restaurant?!?! Yep, cried. There is something wrong with me.