destination orlando... or is it?
Feb. 10th, 2002 02:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanand just why is it that i love this place, find such comfort in its surroundings and bask in all its tacky glory? i never have actually thought about that - i mean, it's cheesy, it's overrun by tourists who insist on marking themselves open season by their neon caps and fanny packs. but here's something - the first time i came here, it was after having had a very trying few days with Sabrina in Gainesville, which at the time i was utterly disenchanted with; yet, after overcoming my disappointment at not being able to feasibly make it to one of the parks, i discovered Downtown Disney, bought a frozen raspberry lemonade and found myself a perch on a low brick wall in the midst of all the traffic and guady architecture, and had myself some of the most content moments of my life just watching the world go by. and i think that was it - that the place was enchanted, somehow imbued with the magic of youth and carefree mirth and brought so convincingly to life by the Disney people, and all around me there were families, parents and sons and grandmothers and sisters caught up in the moment of it all. and i felt somehow a part of that, of the sense of togetherness and love, even just sitting there watching it pass. no need to produce emotion on cue for a holiday gathering of family i'd rather not see, no pressure to play nice or put on a happy face even as i'd love nothing more than to run screaming from the room - i was allowed to just be, and that was good enough for everyone.
so being able to share it with miranda and having her get lost in the magic with me over Ghiradelli ice cream was simply delightful. so glad she thought so too - by virtue of our mutual introversion, this should be a place neither one of us could be paid enough to visit - yet with the cool night air, the drifting music from Pleasure Island, and the Saturday night jollies we were giddy with, enjoying this surreal mock-up of our world became irresistible. make a pit stop if ever your world seems to've taken on a deeper shade of disillusionment.
so being able to share it with miranda and having her get lost in the magic with me over Ghiradelli ice cream was simply delightful. so glad she thought so too - by virtue of our mutual introversion, this should be a place neither one of us could be paid enough to visit - yet with the cool night air, the drifting music from Pleasure Island, and the Saturday night jollies we were giddy with, enjoying this surreal mock-up of our world became irresistible. make a pit stop if ever your world seems to've taken on a deeper shade of disillusionment.
