Thursday, July 23
Oops, I Accidentally Became Obsessed With Disney
There are many things in life that you simply throw your arms up in the air and say "hell if I know!" to. Falling in love with your boss. Your sibling becoming crazy-religious out of nowhere. The hottest guy in school, somehow, being the first one to go bald and look like a tired overweight dad. For me, it's been one thing in particular: my new accidental love for Disney.
It makes no sense, but for some reason, I've become totally, unexpectedly, insanely obsessed with Disney as a full-grown, married, professional adult. A year ago I could care less; now, it's all I read about, talk about, text about and dream about.
I get asked "How?" and "Why?" and "LOL, you're just doing this as a joke, right?" so often that my half-hour-long response prompted one of my editors to help make sure I get my answer out there. Did you know you can ride Space Mountain at 3am, surrounded by empty cars? Did you know that EPCOT is basically a blown-up version of my favorite college drinking game? Did you know they have Grey Goose slushies in the Paris portion of the park, Dole Whip ice cream rum floats in others, and enough Mickey-shaped pretzels to put you in the hospital for dehydration?! It's all a dream, it's an eat-a-thon and it's the only vacation destination I look forward to.
So, here's the full story as to how I got in too deep, why I'll have visited five parks in one year, and why this is all too real, over on Racked.
(And yes, I will totally go to WDW with you if you want me to.)