Orlando Spring Break

Jenny and I have always been big fans of Alice in Wonderland. It's so absurdly crazy and wickedly insane that I question Disney's attempt to pawn it off as an animated children's tale. Here we are hanging out with Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, making this the 2nd Spring Break that we've chilled with Wonderland characters.

The brooms that Mickey conjured up in The Sorcerer's Apprentice were finally doing some good - planting some greenery around the Downtown Disney boardwalk. This time there was no way that things were going to get out of hand because Jenny worked side by side with them to make sure they did the job right this time.

When I walked over here I knew I surely must be drunk, because I thought that I saw snow and Christmas a themed Mickey Mouse and Friends singing carols. I was about to dismiss it as a drunken creation of my imagination until Jenny stepped into the picture. It was then that I questioned this display still being here in March.

Just as I was drying off, things went awry and these dastardly brooms soaked me with a bucket of water. It was then that I woke up the grumpy old Sorcerer to reverse the magic spell so that I could stay dry. He was pissed that the brooms had arms, so I told him Mickey did it. He didn't believe me, and I am forever banished from his tower.

When I think about drinking, I start thinking about Returning to Pooh Corner. When I used to live there, Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Eeyore and I used to crack open a cold one and count all the bees in the hive and chase all the clouds from the sky. Why do you think Eeyore was always tired? It's because he was hung-over all the time. Tigger? He was hopped up on speed.

Jenny and I felt ashamed of ourselves because we only brought 2 drinks over and neglected the needs of Pooh, Tigger and Piglet. Those crazy characters needed a sip of the sauce too. We didn't have enough dollars to buy more drinks, and no liquor store/stand that I know allows the exchange of honey for beer, so we gave each of them a sip of our beer. If they want more they should get jobs.

This giant Tinker Toy sculpture towered over the nearby fountain that I was playing in with some kids, and it watched over us and cared for our well being. It was like a mother; a giant wooden, plastic and inanimate mother. Ok, so that was a little bit of a stretch. It's more like a childhood toy turned into a sculpture than a mother, but I tried. I just wish that I had Tinker Toys this size when I was young. I know that I would have had a hell of a better chance shooting David Bowie's goblins with these things.