You have been so wonderful getting good information to us over the years Robert. Most of it has been information to make us smile, but this information makes me terribly sad. I'm glad to get it from you, since that sure beats being surprised next January.
The Adventurers' Club was, is, and will always be "my nightclub." We live in Boston, and even if I wanted to go to a nightclub I couldn't get in the door. To begin with I'm twice as old as the average patron, and I have none of the other characteristics of the beautiful people they want in the clubs.
The Adventurers' Club is a place where adults can go, relax, sing dumb songs, make dumb pledges, interact with the cast and other patrons, get up on stage in front of their daughter and twirl with Bessie the Cow, dear god this is making me sad. I love the place. I can go there with Martha, Lesley, Cam, Howard, Rhonda, Mike, and others of our group, and have a great time. I get to stay out way past my bedtime, and even come back to the hotel when the first number on the clock says 1. At may age that may be death-defying, but I'm willing to take the chance.
And on the Monday after Marathon Weekend I can go in, and everyone can laugh at us laughing at ourselves, because it's not possible to sit down in a chair without making noises expressing the pain in our legs.
Emil (lime spelled backwards!) Bleehall, Hathaway Brown, The Colonel, Babylonia, Professor Otis T Wren, Pamelia Perkins, the Maid, Fletcher Hodges, Graves, Samantha Sterling. You've given me some great evenings, I will miss you all terribly.
Thanks again to Corporate Disney. You market to adults who previously visited with their small children, trying to get them to return as couples, with no responsibilities, and more freedom to do things at night. Then you yank this out from under that target audience. I do understand that yet another restaurant or T-shirt shop, since we all know Orlando doesn't have enough of them, will bring in more revenue and margin to corporate HQ in Burbank. Wonderful. Take away something truly unique and replace is with something completely common. Congratulations for yet again showing you'll sell another piece of your soul for $1. After doing this again and again over the past few years, it must be pretty hard to find those few pieces left in the vaults in Burbank.
Since I'll not be back before it closes, my last visit was this past January. As always, I had a ball. Sad.
Marching along we're adventurers
Singing the song of adventurers
Up or down, north, south, east, or west
An adventurers life is best
An adventurers life is best
Kungaloosh!
(A utilitarian greeting, meaning hello, goodbye, or don't touch that, it's dead)
Craig
The Adventurers' Club was, is, and will always be "my nightclub." We live in Boston, and even if I wanted to go to a nightclub I couldn't get in the door. To begin with I'm twice as old as the average patron, and I have none of the other characteristics of the beautiful people they want in the clubs.
The Adventurers' Club is a place where adults can go, relax, sing dumb songs, make dumb pledges, interact with the cast and other patrons, get up on stage in front of their daughter and twirl with Bessie the Cow, dear god this is making me sad. I love the place. I can go there with Martha, Lesley, Cam, Howard, Rhonda, Mike, and others of our group, and have a great time. I get to stay out way past my bedtime, and even come back to the hotel when the first number on the clock says 1. At may age that may be death-defying, but I'm willing to take the chance.
And on the Monday after Marathon Weekend I can go in, and everyone can laugh at us laughing at ourselves, because it's not possible to sit down in a chair without making noises expressing the pain in our legs.
Emil (lime spelled backwards!) Bleehall, Hathaway Brown, The Colonel, Babylonia, Professor Otis T Wren, Pamelia Perkins, the Maid, Fletcher Hodges, Graves, Samantha Sterling. You've given me some great evenings, I will miss you all terribly.
Thanks again to Corporate Disney. You market to adults who previously visited with their small children, trying to get them to return as couples, with no responsibilities, and more freedom to do things at night. Then you yank this out from under that target audience. I do understand that yet another restaurant or T-shirt shop, since we all know Orlando doesn't have enough of them, will bring in more revenue and margin to corporate HQ in Burbank. Wonderful. Take away something truly unique and replace is with something completely common. Congratulations for yet again showing you'll sell another piece of your soul for $1. After doing this again and again over the past few years, it must be pretty hard to find those few pieces left in the vaults in Burbank.
Since I'll not be back before it closes, my last visit was this past January. As always, I had a ball. Sad.
Marching along we're adventurers
Singing the song of adventurers
Up or down, north, south, east, or west
An adventurers life is best
An adventurers life is best
Kungaloosh!
(A utilitarian greeting, meaning hello, goodbye, or don't touch that, it's dead)
Craig
