DAY 8
OHANA MEANS FAMILY
There wasnt just ONE moment. No explicit Aha! No sudden transformation of the spirit which transported him to seventh heaven. Rather, Dannys conversion to all things Disney was evolutionary, a slow, steady accumulation of Disney-favorable mutations of the soul, which eventually resulted in a whole new life form, named Danny-the-Disney-freak, who since December has already returned to the World (Yes, without us!) and has already ridden the new Yeti ride (Yes, without us!) MULTIPLE times. In fact, on the day after this day, as they were on their way to the airport, both Danny and his better half (who was always up for the World and thats why hes the BETTER half) were heard to be making plans to bring their OTHER friends back to the World (Yes, without us!). As if one 9-day trip, to which Danny was dragged kicking and screaming, has turned him into a WDW tour guide!
Along those very lines, I love this photo:
That says it all!
Still, by Day 8, I have to confess that I am relieved and truly happy, which might be why I keep accidentally relaxing,

right to the edge of not being able to do much but make sporadic visits to Mexico (Ole!),

steeling myself as I pass right by France with all of its tres sinful temptations

and righteously alighting myself in Mexico for a brief respite and quick libation,

rewarding myself for exhibiting such superhuman restraint!
Danny, on the other hand, his secret passion for water rides revealed at midnight in the midst of a 40 degree rip down Splash Mountain (I hear that CM have been spied sweeping ice-produced SLUSH at its base that time of year), has stolen away our teens and decided to spend his last large bank of free time (Yes, there was a schedule and there were banks of time marked free) split between Soarin (a new passion) and the flume ride that is Splash Mountain (an old passion).
Still, to whatever country we had been variously dispatched and dispersed we were all under strict orders to clean up and show up at OHANA by 5 PM, because that was when we were rendezvousing with my sister, BIL and my lovely niece,
who are blessed to live and work in Orlando, but who rely on our annual visits for their Disney fix (Go figure!). Its the first visit for all of us to the experience that is OHANA, which, btw, in case you didnt know, means FAMILY.
Arrive we did and there must have been something in the air or perhaps it was the sight of six of us all wearing our fully decorated and brilliantly flashing holiday-themed Disney Hats (What? We were dressing for a nice evening out!) - because no sooner had we been seated than the hostess for the evening named Danny and I her official assistants for the night.
Yes, indeed, very embarrassing, but probably no more so than the six flashing hats.