This past February, my roommate, my friend who's a CP, and I visited Mickey at Town Square Theater for the first time since he has now started talking. I thought I was mentally prepared for this interaction, but still, even as an almost 30 year old woman, we walked around the corner into the room, and I saw Mickey talking to the guests ahead of us, and I was STARSTRUCK, like, "OMGIT'SMICKEYMOUSEANDHEISGOINGTOTALKTOME!" So when it gets to be our turn, Mickey walks up to the queue to bring us to the meeting space, and he's saying his "Hello!"s and "Great to see ya!"s and "I was hoping I'd see you today!"s and it's magical. MAGICAL, I tell you. Then, he gets to my roommate, and the greatest thing that could have ever happened... happened. He takes her by the hand and declares to the room, "It's your birthday!" followed by an awkward silence from the three of us before we go, "Yes!"
It is NOT her birthday. Not even close. And she's not wearing any celebratory buttons that might could be mistaken for a birthday button. We have no idea why he thought it was her birthday, but come on, are you going to tell Mickey Freaking Mouse that it is NOT your birthday once he hath declared it so? I don't think so. Even the photopass photographer is eyeing us and says to my CP friend and I, "It's her birthday?" very quietly, and we nod nervously like, "Please do not rat us out to Mickey Mouse. OF COURSE it is her birthday!" So we get our handshakes and hugs, and Mickey DECLARES to the room once more, "Let's all sing Happy Birthday!" Holy. Geez. My CP friend and I are DYING. So Mickey, the two of us, all the photopass and attendant folks, and the short queue in the room sing Happy Birthday to my roommate whose birthday it definitely is NOT. Greatest thing ever. After we take our pictures, we turn to leave, and Mickey tells her, "Thank you for sharing your special day with me!"
This whole thing happened somewhere around 6pm on a night where we stayed in the Kingdom until well past midnight, and literally every time there was a silence in our group of three, one of us would declare, "IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!" in our best Mickey voice. It is now my absolute favorite Disney memory, and I cannot help but laugh until I am almost to tears every time we talk about it. And that's the story of how my roommate now has two birthdays, one in February, and her actual date of birth in October.