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Sep. 13th, 2003 01:54 pmMiranda and I finally made that trip to Orlando tonight. Now, it's common knowledge that Orlando was built by sadistic little tourist bureau minions who want you to get hopelessly lost, sell your soul in tolls, and give up ever trying to leave. So when I say Orlando, what I really mean is taking I-4 to Lake Buena Vista and hanging the second left into Downtown Disney.
and everybody's feelin' fine
See, and she didn't know this until now either, but I usually go there alone because it's my place to brood. Well, get out of whatever I am currently brooding over, anyhow. The driving helps a lot with the unwinding, but the destination somehow helps to remind me that the world isn't all turmoil or wound up in a single term paper.
Unsurprisingly, I've been itching to go since our first week here.
It's surprisingly untacky for Disney, with a lovely lagoon lit up very prettily at night. Since Pleasure Island is right there, too, the small child quotient is relatively low. There's a walkway that goes around the water and lovely little shops and happy people but it has quiet little corners where you can sit and just watch it all go by. I go there to think while in the middle of something vibrant and good, full of people but left blissfully alone to think in a place warmer and farther from my problems not just in distance but atmosphere than my room. Sometimes I write, sometimes I people-watch, sometimes I just walk around or sit watching the water, passively listening to the tinkling of the carousel or the faint club music from next door. I tend to be quiet when something is bothering me rather than talk it out, and this place helps me relax while affording just the right amount of solitude.
But tonight, and all for the best, Miranda came along. Now, the things otherwise bothering me are already all but expunged when I'm around her, so this trip was different from the start.
( yes, yes, yes, here we go )
let's sing it one more time
But really, though all of these things were positively lovely, the happiness that managed to seep its way into my marrow came mostly from just being with Miranda, walking around together, the easy flow of topics and ideas.
Simply put, spending time with her does good things for my soul.
I love that between us, slash fiction is as legitimate a topic as our families or our futures. We joke about needing only one brain between the two of us since we have the same thoughts/say the same things with alarming frequency. But she also knows the songs I know and vice-versa; we share more interests than not if usually in our own divergent ways that are never too far apart to make for fascinating discussions; we have very similar senses of humor and get each other's jokes. There's no have to when I'm around her, no feeling of being put out and I never have to second-guess something I want to say because I could say anything and it would be okay. And while I can come here and make peace with myself, being able to do that with her somehow legitimizes it for the rest of the world, too. Look, I say I'm alright and so does this person, who knows me a thousand times better than most anyone else ever will, fuck those who disagree, and she makes me believe that.
just get up, feel the flow
There were entirely too many endorphins in our bloodstreams by the time our party wound down to do anything but drive the entire way back with the top down screaming at the tops of our lungs. Bye Bye Bye at full volume is totally more fun than just doing the hand motions in your seat.
Finally, GIP! My riff on the slogan, Miranda's execution, and there it shall remain until they earn their way off the living room couch.
and here we go
and everybody's feelin' fine
See, and she didn't know this until now either, but I usually go there alone because it's my place to brood. Well, get out of whatever I am currently brooding over, anyhow. The driving helps a lot with the unwinding, but the destination somehow helps to remind me that the world isn't all turmoil or wound up in a single term paper.
Unsurprisingly, I've been itching to go since our first week here.
It's surprisingly untacky for Disney, with a lovely lagoon lit up very prettily at night. Since Pleasure Island is right there, too, the small child quotient is relatively low. There's a walkway that goes around the water and lovely little shops and happy people but it has quiet little corners where you can sit and just watch it all go by. I go there to think while in the middle of something vibrant and good, full of people but left blissfully alone to think in a place warmer and farther from my problems not just in distance but atmosphere than my room. Sometimes I write, sometimes I people-watch, sometimes I just walk around or sit watching the water, passively listening to the tinkling of the carousel or the faint club music from next door. I tend to be quiet when something is bothering me rather than talk it out, and this place helps me relax while affording just the right amount of solitude.
But tonight, and all for the best, Miranda came along. Now, the things otherwise bothering me are already all but expunged when I'm around her, so this trip was different from the start.
( yes, yes, yes, here we go )
let's sing it one more time
But really, though all of these things were positively lovely, the happiness that managed to seep its way into my marrow came mostly from just being with Miranda, walking around together, the easy flow of topics and ideas.
Simply put, spending time with her does good things for my soul.
I love that between us, slash fiction is as legitimate a topic as our families or our futures. We joke about needing only one brain between the two of us since we have the same thoughts/say the same things with alarming frequency. But she also knows the songs I know and vice-versa; we share more interests than not if usually in our own divergent ways that are never too far apart to make for fascinating discussions; we have very similar senses of humor and get each other's jokes. There's no have to when I'm around her, no feeling of being put out and I never have to second-guess something I want to say because I could say anything and it would be okay. And while I can come here and make peace with myself, being able to do that with her somehow legitimizes it for the rest of the world, too. Look, I say I'm alright and so does this person, who knows me a thousand times better than most anyone else ever will, fuck those who disagree, and she makes me believe that.
just get up, feel the flow
There were entirely too many endorphins in our bloodstreams by the time our party wound down to do anything but drive the entire way back with the top down screaming at the tops of our lungs. Bye Bye Bye at full volume is totally more fun than just doing the hand motions in your seat.
Finally, GIP! My riff on the slogan, Miranda's execution, and there it shall remain until they earn their way off the living room couch.
and here we go
