Albert Einstein defined
insanity as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
That’s me and Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party.
Tonight would be my
5th attempt at attending a MNSSHP event. All have had rain, with two parties being complete wash-outs. I’ve never seen the headless horseman, never seen the complete Boo To You parade, never seen the Castle stage show, never seen Carlotta shrouded in fog in front of Haunted Mansion. I’ve stood in a torrential downpour on Main Street to watch the fireworks and trudged through ankle-deep puddles seeking shelter in indoor attractions.
Over the years I’ve had non-refundable party tickets in August, September
and October.
A sensible person would say, “That’s it. I’m cursed. I’m done with purchasing MNSSHP tickets. The odds of my attending a non-inclement weather party are nil.”
So why was I so eager to snap up tickets when they went on sale in May?
Go back and reread the first sentence of this post.
Woody, the realist, could not understand why I’d bought tickets. But he humored me (as he often does) and said he’d even wear a special (as in uncharacteristic for him) shirt to the party. Neither of us are into costumes though we enjoy the creativity of those who do dress up.
So we waited for a break in the rain to head over to MK. The monorail wasn’t operating, so we joined a hundred of our closest friends at the bus stop.
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We waited several minutes. No buses came by. The monorail was still out of service. It dawned on me that when a bus did show up, not everyone at the stop would fit on board.
We opted for Plan B. Walk to the TTC and take the ferry. While we were on our way it started to rain again.
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And the rain rain rain
Came down down down
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See all the people on the right? Those were day guests waiting to leave. We ferry-folks had to merge into one line in order to get by them. It took nearly 10 minutes for us to do so….in
pouring rain. During that time I played out a realistic scenario in my mind:
Outdoor attractions closed.
Wet bodies, especially feet. (Woody
hates having wet feet.)
No headless horseman.
Truncated (if any) Boo To You parade.
Crowded indoor spaces.
Long lines for food.
As Woody approached the turnstile entry I called out, “Nope, this way!” and we got in line at Guest Relations.
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We exchanged our MNSSHP tickets (and by exchanged I mean paid the price difference) for MVMCP tickets. I’ve had much better luck with weather at the Christmas parties. (But if it rains a week from Tuesday, Woody may forbid me to purchase any more special event tickets.
)
Twenty-five minutes later we were in line for the boat to Poly. The monorail was still down and the line for the ferry was
long.
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This was the exact opposite of the
“fun transportation evening” Em and I had last month. Upon our return to Poly we got take-out from Capt. Cooks for the
third time today.
Though I’d intended to watch the Halloween fireworks from the top of the stairs (the spot I’d checked out this morning) it was sprinkling and I was too tired to make the effort.
Tuvalu
0
MNSSHP
5
Keeping fingers crossed!
)
). Yet somewhere in my subconscious I must have anticipated a rainy MNSSHP because I’d booked us a MK park pass for today.
