Frank_Bullitt
Earning My Ears
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For those of you who have just joined this thread, Aloha, and welcome to the Ayn Rand Man's musings of his 1/25-2/1 WDW trip.
To introduce myself, I am the 'bang beat, bell ringing, Big haul, great go, neck or nothin, rip roarin, every time a bull's eye salesman' to quote the Music Man. I head up the sales department of a large software development firm in the Midwest, I have all the outer trappings of a thirtysomething affluent yuppie, but also, thanks to this trip, am in love with characters and all things Disney. It was a long journey.
To start with, I was very reticent about meeting characters, especially face characters. Which is silly because I have been in sales for over 10 of my 30 years, and have never met a stranger in my life, even up to the 1st day at the parks I still couldn't get over the fact that I would be the only solo adult in line to meet characters. But enough musings, on with the show!
The first observation with characters comes on Monday, the first full day of my trip. I had just spent the late afternoon in the Magic Kingdom, still wearing my sport jacket and conference lanyard. I decided on a whim that the only way to experience the characters was to jump in and learn how to swim, so off to Toontown Fair I went. Understand that at this time the Pixie Hollow craze is still in full swing, the wait time at any given point was no less than an hour, some times as much as an hour and a half! Bad for those who want to see tink, good for those who want to see the Princesses, because the princess room's wait was only 15-30 minutes. So I go in line and chilled, struck up a conversation with the father of a family and became quick friends. He was even being very supportive of meeting the characters. The Yellowshirt (Character handler) was very nice, although she saw right through my 'its just for my nieces' excuse. Apparently they get that alot. Now, for those of you who haven't been in this area, you queue to a door, and then are lead through a door to a nicely themed room with the princesses, where about 3-5 families wait for their turn to interact with the three princesses. There were little kids laughing and squealing, parents and young girls getting autographs, and me 30 years old solo in a houndstooth sports jacket looking as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slide of angel food cake. Here is where the stupid rational adult in me played devil's advocate and ruined the experience for me. Rather than suck it up and take the plunge, I chickened out, asked the Yellowshirt if she could just pass my autograph book around while I wait around the corner, then jumped out of line. I don't think a scalded cat running from the stove would have moved quicker or more ungracefully then I did. And I did feel angry at myself for doing the cop-out. The Yellowshirt did return my autograph book, and the princesses did sign it very nicely (Sleeping Beauty put 'love, Princess Aurora') and I resolved to do a better job next time of quashing the stupid rational adult side.
Coming up next, a solo dinner at Akershus; just me with 4 princesses, and this time there's Nowhere to hide!
To introduce myself, I am the 'bang beat, bell ringing, Big haul, great go, neck or nothin, rip roarin, every time a bull's eye salesman' to quote the Music Man. I head up the sales department of a large software development firm in the Midwest, I have all the outer trappings of a thirtysomething affluent yuppie, but also, thanks to this trip, am in love with characters and all things Disney. It was a long journey.
To start with, I was very reticent about meeting characters, especially face characters. Which is silly because I have been in sales for over 10 of my 30 years, and have never met a stranger in my life, even up to the 1st day at the parks I still couldn't get over the fact that I would be the only solo adult in line to meet characters. But enough musings, on with the show!
The first observation with characters comes on Monday, the first full day of my trip. I had just spent the late afternoon in the Magic Kingdom, still wearing my sport jacket and conference lanyard. I decided on a whim that the only way to experience the characters was to jump in and learn how to swim, so off to Toontown Fair I went. Understand that at this time the Pixie Hollow craze is still in full swing, the wait time at any given point was no less than an hour, some times as much as an hour and a half! Bad for those who want to see tink, good for those who want to see the Princesses, because the princess room's wait was only 15-30 minutes. So I go in line and chilled, struck up a conversation with the father of a family and became quick friends. He was even being very supportive of meeting the characters. The Yellowshirt (Character handler) was very nice, although she saw right through my 'its just for my nieces' excuse. Apparently they get that alot. Now, for those of you who haven't been in this area, you queue to a door, and then are lead through a door to a nicely themed room with the princesses, where about 3-5 families wait for their turn to interact with the three princesses. There were little kids laughing and squealing, parents and young girls getting autographs, and me 30 years old solo in a houndstooth sports jacket looking as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slide of angel food cake. Here is where the stupid rational adult in me played devil's advocate and ruined the experience for me. Rather than suck it up and take the plunge, I chickened out, asked the Yellowshirt if she could just pass my autograph book around while I wait around the corner, then jumped out of line. I don't think a scalded cat running from the stove would have moved quicker or more ungracefully then I did. And I did feel angry at myself for doing the cop-out. The Yellowshirt did return my autograph book, and the princesses did sign it very nicely (Sleeping Beauty put 'love, Princess Aurora') and I resolved to do a better job next time of quashing the stupid rational adult side.
Coming up next, a solo dinner at Akershus; just me with 4 princesses, and this time there's Nowhere to hide!