since my last visit to disney, apparently they have renamed MGM to "Disney's Hollywood Studios" ... or "DHS". this makes me feel old because i hear "DHS" and i think of "VHS" and how many i still have that, as hard as i try, refuse to go into the DVD slot. there should be a magical converter that i don't have to pay money for. i'm just sayin'. fortunately i didn't have many cassette tapes, otherwise getting music onto my iPod would have been a real issue. comical? probably. painfully awkward? um, all signs point to heck yes.
so, rule one of DHS: wait behind the line until the park opens.
rule two of DHS: wait behind the line until the park opens.
rule three of DHS: wait behind the line until the park opens or mickey will cut you.
rule four of DHS: don't talk about the rules of DHS.
entering the park when it opened was not unlike the running of the bulls in spain... only with more animals and blood, and less courtesy.
the tower of terror was a good time. especially when the cute tower of terror girl is willing to take a picture with you. yes, yes i am a shameless flirt. and no, my mother did not get why i needed a picture with the girl until i said "mom, because she's hot." my mom's response? a very audible sigh with even more audible eye rolling.
the rocking rollercoaster featuring aerosmith was also incredible. until i heard that the music may be replaced with the jonas brothers. i will cut someone if this happens. no. i am not kicking. i will throw down. philly style. well, quaker philly style. but it will involve a "philly what?!?!" which i think will convey my ability to sorry anyone into next week...
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