Post #240442 by midnite on Fri, Jun 30, 2006 1:12 AM

Somewhere between Santayana and Tom Wolfe(the good writer) comes this latest installment: "Those who forget the past will relive it at a family reunion" aka "I told ya but you wouldn't listen, you can't go home again". Yes, it was a trip back to midnite's birthplace: Cape Canaveral, Fl. Pack up your mullet and denim cut-offs, it's gonna be a bumpy ride.

I met up with my sister and her kids at WDW. Ya know, I hadn't ever visited Disney World, and honestly, I wondered why it took this long to figure out to never do it again. So, before any of you Disney lovers out there send me nasty emails here's some candid pics. Hey, at least I was able to get a cocktail, although not enough, in Walt's Happiest F*&#$ing! place on Earth. Ok, Polynesian Village is good, I admit it, a little.

A few shots of Polynesian Village, the closest I could get to Disney World, or whatever the drones make you call it now, without shaving my head, climbing a clocktower, or somesuch imagineering facsimile of true life, and taking as many overweight corn-fed Disney-ites with me. Plus the big rat, the big rat gets the first bullet, and the last, just in case.

This a nice shot of some OA pieces in the Ohana room, which is pretty cool considering it's in WDW and there was this big rat, did I tell ya about it?, walking around as people downed dozens of similarly rodent-shaped pancakes. Herds of hyped-on-syrup kids, oblivious or over-medicated parents, piles of rat head flapjacks, and several WDW characters sweating in those big rat suits. This was Dante's fourth, no fifth, level of hell. Die rat, die. Actually, the room was nice, and it was right next to the bar, which of course, wasn't open yet. Eff you, rodent, and your retarded canine pal.

Lunch, liquid lunch. Ok, some sane adult put a few alcoholic beverages on the menu. Thank you, Uncle Walt! I tried the Mai-Tai. It was satisfactory, anyplace else it would have been sub-par, but in this fevered dreamscape of screeching kids and poorly dressed Disney denizens, pure nectar. Earplugs, sunglasses, a seat at the bar or anywhere else they serve some adult beverages and I could just make it through, maybe, a day at this place. Half a day.

Alrighty, bye bye now! Yes, I will come back soon, see ya. Whew, finally out of Uncle Walt's paradise and off to Cocoa Beach for the ole family reunion. Reserved a room at Wakulla Suites. Ya get a good-sized two bedroom suite for a decent price, enough said. Loads of families, am seeing a trend here, but a big resin tiki that doubles as a shower. Could be worse, could be a 3-day weekend. What's that smell?

Wakulla Suites, in Cocoa Beach, town motto: "Hey, at least we're not that dump Cape Canaveral!" I could go on about the Cape, but Mom taught me not to speak ill of the dead. I was born here?

Several hours in Disney World, no club sandwich, seeing my old neighborhood (there are peacocks roaming the yards), some decent stuff at Polynesian Village, visiting with long lost family (ya know there is a reason for that)....hmmm, can I get an earlier flight out? Oh, and what is at SFO, in the international terminal? The Tiki exhibit.

More Disney, eek!, but at least there's a pic of Jack Lord.

I was born here, no really?
Uncle midnite

EDIT: More lost snappies!

[ Edited by: midnite_tiki 2008-06-05 23:16 ]