for the love of disney, volume one.

if you know me you know i love disney. i have so much to say about the most magical place on earth. but i'll start with this.

you know that game six degrees of seperation? where you connect joe schmoe with george clooney by saying he's your uncle's brother's cousin's roommate's dog sitter's boyfriend. well i can do that with pretty much anything or anyone and disney. minus five connections.

i have the uncanny ability to relate anyone, anytime or anything to a disney character, movie, ride, theme park or something that happened to me in, at or around disney. actually i think it's more like a superpower.

your dog? looks like the dog in lady in the tramp. yes, your dog is a tramp.

oh you went to new orleans? well have you seen princess and the frog? there is a little girl i know and the ONLY way i can remember her name is to think of princess tiana. that has nothing to do with new orleans besides the fact that princess tiana lived in nola and cooked delicious cajun food. and turned into a frog.

had a great margarita at your cinco de mayo party? i can tell you where to get a better one in epcot.

your camfire smells like spaceship earth.

i realized this super power when this weekend i stubbed my toe. no, seriously i did. and my first thought, after "ow, don't fall people are watching, just keep walking (ahem, nemo reference)" was "that reminds me of this one time i was in disney."

by the way, i say "this one time, when i was at band camp disney" more often than mickey himself. if you were in high school in the late 90s then you get that reference.

anyways, i was at the house of blues in downtown disney for july 4th with some friends to see a free show. i think the band was matt and kim? mike and kat? who can remember. the point is i was at disney without john (gasp!) and at the place we met no less.

yes, i met my former boyfriend in disney world. and it was a fairytale. minus fairies. more on that later.

this is a super flattering picture of the night we met. 

moving on (ha! no irony there)

since my mom reads this i'll just say that i may or may not have been drinking too many mojitos lemonades and breaking it down on the dance floor. i was jumping and shaking it all over the place when my non-dancey friend totally stepped on my toe. hard. maybe he thought i should stop jumping and shaking. no, i think it was just an accident. i'm a pretty good dancer.

there was blood and toenail breakage. i made many totally sober phone calls to john with some tears and lots of i miss you babys. and i never call anyone baby. i blame that on the lemonade. i called him at least a bajillion times from the bathroom at the house of blues, the cab and plenty more times at our hotel to tell him how bad my toe was. that he should fix it. all the way from indiana.

so yes, when i tripped on that rock, it was just like that one time at disney. minus the band, the dancing, the non-dancey friend and especially the lemonade. oh, and the phone calls. but my toe really did hurt.

point is i'm a very graceful person with one unfortunate toe who can connect anything to disney. in fact, i think disney should pay me to do this.

ps. i mean i'm pretty sure i can do this. i find myself mentioning disney in conversation ten times daily. you can test me but i can't guarantee my rate of success. but i'm pretty good. 

pps. if you're my mom you get my lemonade reference from senior prom. i may or may not have had a lot of lemonade then too.