Living the 407 area code had its privileges, for sure. Although it was mildly annoying when the number one question from people from other states was always, "Do you go to Disney all the time?" And although that question was almost always answered with an accompanying eye roll, there was some truth to it. But you could never give people the true response, which would be something along the lines of, "Yes, I've probably already been to Disney World in my young adult life more times than you will ever go in your entire lifespan." Because then you're just entertaining the idea that the city doesn't even really exist without its theme parks. The truth was, if you lived there long enough, you probably knew at least a handful of people that worked in the parks and therefore were a source of free tickets.
"Okay, where to next? Space mountain again? I can't believe you've never been on Tower of Terror. Come on, I promise it's not that scary - "
"Eric, no."
"Alright, we'll go to Winnie the Pooh then, come on - "
Eric grabbed her hand and began tugging her forward, sending her into a fit of giggles. With a firm grasp on his hand, she pulled Eric close to her and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth (this was no place for heavy PDA, after all). "Next time, I promise."
He smiled, revealing slightly crooked teeth that had never been examined by a dentist. "I'm hungry, wanna get something to eat?"
She nodded and they began walking again. The entire time, she had been trying to avoid Cinderella and Prince Charming, who were taking pictures with eager tourists just a few feet away from them. The Disney princesses just made her feel so...basic. They barely even looked like humans, these women in their vibrant costumes wearing crazy smiles. Underneath all the wigs and makeup, they all looked the same, really. Same bone structure, same petite stature. She wondered if Cinderella and Belle and Sleeping Beauty were all played by the same people, just alternating costumes each day. In a way, they were like Nadja-esque representations of unrealistically perfect women...sans mental illness. She imagined Cinderella suddenly going apeshit and being escorted out of the park by Disney security.
"Okay, where to next? Space mountain again? I can't believe you've never been on Tower of Terror. Come on, I promise it's not that scary - "
"Eric, no."
"Alright, we'll go to Winnie the Pooh then, come on - "
Eric grabbed her hand and began tugging her forward, sending her into a fit of giggles. With a firm grasp on his hand, she pulled Eric close to her and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth (this was no place for heavy PDA, after all). "Next time, I promise."
He smiled, revealing slightly crooked teeth that had never been examined by a dentist. "I'm hungry, wanna get something to eat?"
She nodded and they began walking again. The entire time, she had been trying to avoid Cinderella and Prince Charming, who were taking pictures with eager tourists just a few feet away from them. The Disney princesses just made her feel so...basic. They barely even looked like humans, these women in their vibrant costumes wearing crazy smiles. Underneath all the wigs and makeup, they all looked the same, really. Same bone structure, same petite stature. She wondered if Cinderella and Belle and Sleeping Beauty were all played by the same people, just alternating costumes each day. In a way, they were like Nadja-esque representations of unrealistically perfect women...sans mental illness. She imagined Cinderella suddenly going apeshit and being escorted out of the park by Disney security.
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