And his fly was down the whole time.
We are officially back in Utah, and I realized that if nothing else, there is one thing I like about Utah (usually) that I can depend on: the dry air. Florida was really humid all the time, like it always is. I had just forgotten what humidity was really like. It’s really like bad.
After two and a half days of watching more jump rope than I personally care to remember (not that it wasn’t entertaining most of the time…), we went to the four major Disney parks. Matt got me to ride Space Mountain. I screamed the whole time, then realized after that you shouldn’t do that because it makes you light-headed and almost falling down. Of course, I had to scream because about two seconds after the ride started I realized I had absolutely no business being there. Because I suck at rollercoasters. Heck, I suck at CAR RIDES. Anything that moves, I’m not good at. I can barely handle moving sidewalks (I nearly fell off one while there, if you’re wondering). I also almost fell down while walking for no apparent reason. Yes, I was sober.
One of my favorite memories is of this oldish guy from Jersey complaining about the handicapped and buses. We were all waiting for the bus from the hotel to Downtown Disney, and the thing on the back door of the bus that helps people in wheelchairs get on and off the bus was broken–it got the woman inside, but then it just kept going up and down, up and down. And this guy, he going on and on about how in New York, the handicapped people fend for themselves, and they’re just coddled at Disney World! Heaven forbid! They buckle them in! They should just ride on the top or something lest they inconvenience the rest of us! And this whining and holier than thou-ness went on for about ten minutes (in the humidity, mind you, and with his whole family joining in with thick accents), and then Matt leaned over to inform me that this guy’s fly was down. Which made it all worth it. (Though, unfortunately, I chose not to inform him of this fact in the middle of his rant.) Those who can’t zip up their pants should not complain about the disabled. Because they are disabled.
And if you’re wondering, Matt got two bronze medals for his speed jumping. And I didn’t do any homework.