Yesterday, I went to Disneyland. I love Disneyland. No, really, I LOVE IT. I'm way too old to love it the way I do, but I just do. So there.Kelley, even on her best behavior, manages to have a few close calls on maiming small children and running into baby strollers. But it's worth it to ride the Indiana Jones ride and shoot Astro Blasters on the Buzz Lightyear ride (which was closed for "beautification," boo).
Bridget, also on her best behavior, would probably have one similar close call, get scared, and ask for someone to escort her to Club 33 where she could have a drink to calm her nerves.
When she finished up drinking (that is, when Club 33 closed), she'd ride Pirates of the Caribbean and sing along with the pirates, point decidedly at Captain Jack Sparrow and swear it was Johnny Depp in the flesh, and then throw up on Space Mountain. At which point, they'd escort her out.
But not before she got a lot of drunken pictures with Disney characters! Maybe we're not so very different.
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