I was supposed to be on my way to Disneyland right now. As of three weeks ago, my countdown calendar on my computer at work was running, I had bought road trip food, and my duffel bag was on my bedroom floor with my beach towel in it. Yes, I was a bit excited. It's Disneyland! And not only is it Disneyland, it's Disneyland all decked out for Christmas. There are huge Christmas trees, Mickey wreaths hanging on the lampposts, and the scent of gingerbread wafting through the air—and it snows on Main Street. Do you understand? It SNOWS on Main Street! It's like the regular Disney magic times ten! I was going to buy Christmas Mickey ears. I was going to have a churro and a Dole pineapple whip and a big ol' turkey leg for Thanksgiving dinner. And then I was going to spend Friday on the beach, doing absolutely nothing.
But I'm not doing any of that. Instead of basking in the Disney glow tomorrow, I'll be heading to work, where I'll be editing a phone directory. Yay, me. There won't be a Mickey wreath or even any snow in sight. No churros, no pineapple whips, and definitely no beach. You know what the really sad thing is? I usually love Thanksgiving. But this year I can't even get myself excited for pie—and I've really been trying. I don't want to be the downer at the party. Just think, I keep telling myself, there will be lots of food, you get to sleep in, and then on Friday you get to decorate for Christmas! Yeah, my pep talks aren't working.
So I'm trying a different plan. Today I went and bought all the ingredients for my sister-in-law's yams, which are really just butter and brown sugar masquerading as yams so you can pretend you're eating a vegetable (seriously, these things are like candy). Tomorrow I'm going to make a whole batch and just start eating until I get into the Thanksgiving spirit. And if that doesn't work, I'm going to move on to the last and most pathetic plan of all: put on an old pair of Mickey ears, turn on the Splash Mountain soundtrack, and jump in the shower with my clothes on. Hey, it's almost like the real thing, right?
3 comments:
You've got to be kidding me. I can't believe they're still publishing the dang thing. And I can't believe there was an urgent rush to get it done. I can't even count how many years that thing didn't get published until the early months of the following year, and nobody really seemed to care. Definitely not worth cancelling a trip for. Sorry to hear it.
Just to be clear, I didn't cancel my trip because of the phone book; the trip was canceled for reasons beyond my control, and the phone book is just the thing I have to work on. If I ever canceled a trip because of the phone book, I'd know I had my priorities all screwed up. And you're right, it's completely ridiculous that they're still publishing the thing.
If my name's in that phone book, I really really want you to change it to "Bock". Just for my own amusement, of course.
I'm very sad for you. Disneyland sounds very fun right now but I do like the idea of wearing mouse ears in the shower. If you want to ride my favorite ride after you're done getting wet on Splash Mountain you can put on the Space Mountain music and turn out the lights.
I hope it's a somewhat happy Thanksgiving, at least.
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