At 10:01 a.m. on Wednesday 10 May 2017, at the Harmony Barber Shop in the Magic Kingdom…
…I am wishing that jackasses wouldn’t leave dirty diapers lying around just a few feet away from restrooms with trash receptacles and changing tables.
What the hell is wrong with these people? *Sigh*
Over on Main Street, the horse-drawn trolley leads a protest march against diaper litter.
And what kind of Emporium would it be if it weren’t hiding behind scrim?
Main Street Confectionery confections–for illustrative purposes only, of course.
In Main Street’s Uptown Jewelers, I presume that this is the original proprietress of the establishment.
And I doubt she would have approved of the Pandora takeover.
Flora just outside Crystal Arts.
This is apparently an obligatory photo stop for me on the way from Main Street to Tomorrowland via the Tomorrowland Terrace.
It’s not getting any cooler at 11:00 a.m. as we enter the sharp pointy place that is Tomorrowland.
The appeal of Rabbit‘s produce in the standby queue for the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh in Fantasyland.
í Éire domhan beag — you know it’s true.
“ellos son gigantes; y si tienes miedo quítate de ahí, y ponte en oración en el espacio que yo voy a entrar con ellos en fiera y desigual batalla”
The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.
From a window in Columbia Harbour House (where I indulge in my favorite shrimp platter with green beans because they have no broccoli), a glimpse of Big Thunder Mountain.
“We have nine hundred ninety-nine happy haunts here, but there’s room for a thousand. Any volunteers?”
Disney’s Pretentious Floridian Resort & Spa is a fine place to relax and recharge one’s phone in conditioned air when theme park temperatures reach the Fahrenheit Nineties.
They’ve got your bath salts if you can fit into the tub.
At Commander Porter’s: for the discerning gentleman with thirty-seven dollars burning a hole in his pocket, Disney’s
offers this Wildest Ride in the Wilderness t-shirt. So wild you’re liable to lose your head, it would seem.
There’s something goofy about photographing the Floridian Floors.
But really, the best thing this joint has going for it…
…is these guys.
Coming or going, I don’t remember.
Okay, one reason I am in the Magic Kingdom today besides the haircut is to bid farewell to that “magical gathering of Disney dreams,” Wishes. Actually tomorrow the 11th of May is the date of its final performance, but I figure crowds will be even worse then.
There’s commemorative merch, of course,
but I remain immune to its appeal.
I’ve seen Wishes many times over the years, but it’s been quite a while since the last time. Speaking of time, by the time I return to the Magic Kingdom after my break at Grandma Flo’s and a margarita at the Contemporary’s Outer Rim, the front of the park is a complete fustercluck. So I withdraw to Tomorrowland, whence I have often viewed the fireworks. There’s even a comfy chair for me so I don’t have to stand through the whole spasm.
My iPhone is really not very good at fireworks:
So I leave you with this video that someone with a better spot and a better camera has posted…
…and this reminder that on Friday 12 May 2017 is the scheduled debut of Wishes’ replacement, Happily Ever After.