Disneyland is youth in acreage. I don't know if everyone has the same feeling, but I found that it was very easy to let my imagination blur with reality-to let down the typical cynical defenses that "protect" me from life and BELIEVE-to live in the moment. I don't even want to dissect it or explain it . . . just enjoy it.
A huge part of my (perhaps overly) romantic Disney experience was the company I kept. T and I left with the rising of the sun to meet up with our old friends Nate, Karen and their sort-of son Freddie. You know the sort of friends that don't get too mad when you climb into their house through their dog door to sleep on their floor? You know the sort of friends that have saved peoples lives, or have inspired you to be a better person? Remember those friends who bring a smile to your stogy face when you think of them-the ones who lift your spirit? Yeah-that's them. And to add awesomeness to eloquence-Freddie not only got us into the park gratis (including parking)-but he was also the most amazing tour guide you could ask for. It got to the point that I found myself sneaking curious glances at his ears . . . were they in fact circular and black? We covered more quality ground in one ambitious day than a lazy storm front in the Midwest . . .
It's rare and wonderful to spend such great time with such great friends. I'll be smiling for days, and reminicing for years. Thank you friends, for being so wonderful. Hope to see you soon!
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