So yes, we went to Disneyland. First time in 20 years for me, 25 for K and ever for Meg and Amy.
It was mammoth.
I will post some pics once I sort through them all.
But I have to post this while I remember the details.
So, I went thinking Disneyland would be like 10 Sanrio Purio lands smooshed together. 10x as many pushy parents and their spoilt children.
What instead surprised me was how many non-family groups there were. Young gaggles of twenty-something women and couples of various ages seemed to be the majority.
We lined up to go through Mickey's house and meet Mickey.
Amy managed to spill popcorn all over Plutu's bed while she was doing some vaguely headstandy move there and I was horrified as Disneyland is impeccably, pristinely clean.
I was sure someone would come running.
We seemed to be in a strangely staffless area (there are thousands of staff. Seriously, you only have to look a smidge lost and someone is hovering waiting to help) and by the time I got to the end of the line to tell a staff member we had passed through four more rooms.
But the woman was really sweet and friendly about it and reassured Amy that Pluto would enjoy his snack and they wouldn't tell anyone.
Anyway, all this is going on and I'm kind of distracted and before I know it it's our turn to go into the final studio room and meet Mickey. Meg is beside herself. She is glowing and sparkling.
We now have only four groups of photo-ees before our turn.
Somehow I must have missed the information that you were allowed only one picture (to keep things moving) but unlimited heart-to-heart time with the mouse himself.
Now, I'm not one to knock the beauty of a little magic. I mean I manage to do the tooth fairy, Easter bunny and Santa in a country where there is no group support going on, right?
And so when Amy told me that the fairy godmother was real and had sprinkled real magic on her I was all for it.
And wen Meg told me that obviously the gorillas and zebras in the jungle cruise were fake but that the snakes and crocodiles could be real I said sure- they could.
But you know they are 6 and 9.
When the adults in line in front of me started pouring their hearts out to Mickey I had to bite my tongue.
Because you know, someone who believes a random actor looking through dark mesh in a foam mouse suit is going to help you with your work ills and MIA boyfriend you probably need all the Disney magic you can get in your life, right?
But the woman right infront of us took the cake.
She was there with her husband.
They posed for their pic and then she starting choking out her story through tears.
She was pregnant.
And every month (?!) they are going to come to Disneyland and line up (it took us about 40 min) to see Mickey and have their picture taken. And they will collect all these pictures and see the progress of her bump in the different 'with Mickey' pictures.
And of course once the baby is born they will continue to come and show Mickey their baby.
Mickey doesn't speak.
But he comes with a support staff member who does.
And I swear she was thinking we were incredibly patient when it was finally our turn as we ended up getting the picture, high fives, Mickey's signature on the girls hats and even nose kisses from Mickey all before we left.
And it really is a cute picture:
If you go to Disneyland I highly recommend it.
But if you are older than 10 years old and feel the need to share your problems I really recommend seeing someone whose qualifications are in socialwork rather than greetings and characterisation!