I’d never been on a cruise before and I’ve not been on one since. I’m not the cruise type. The idea of being captive on a vessel with a highly structured agenda amongst people from whom one can’t escape isn’t my idea of fun. Couple that with the hyper-caloric buffet orientation to cuisine and I’d always declared—“no thanks, my Spring Break days are long over.”
But my little baby wanted to go on the Disney Cruise so you can bet that we did—twice. Two summers in a row. Yep, the guy that still finds the general premise of a cruise vacation revolting, signed up for another round. Regardless of what you think about the Disney Corporation…I believe Walt might be troubled to see the conglomerate that his vision has morphed into…the Disney Cruise is a well oiled operation and offers a delightful dose of all things Minnie and Mickey. All things Minnie and Mickey without having to go to the theme park—I dodged the bullet on Orlando and Anaheim…forever grateful for having done so. And four nights on the Disney Wonder was ample enough exposure to the Disney experience.
LFG used to wear little clogs all the time. Cute little things…some were appliquéd little vinyl ones like these and some were hand painted leather thingys that silly relatives paid way too much money for. Bottom line though, was that my little LFG tooled around in piccolo versions of clogs for several years…cute as a button every step of the way.
So here we are, fresh from the pool and the oh-so-spacious shower in our stateroom; wet heads, clogs and Belgians, headed to dinner. With a quick stop-off of course, for a photo with the evening’s host. Mouse ears are the commercial moniker for that uber-corporate contraption known as Disney. But who gives a damn when for a photo moment, your daughter’s giggly delight is equivalent to the cost of an Anderson and Sheppard sportcoat for five days on their boat.
Onward. To soccer…after having finding a fun little cache of photo memories this morning.
ADG, II
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