“Guy Chapman! You just survived one of the worst years of your life! What are you going to do next?”
“I’m going to Disney World!”
And that’s just what happened: A week long adventure into Orlando, Florida, for the Missus and I. All the while this was being planned, I ended up starting a job as promotions for an indie-horror film The Revenant, which was a whole other adventure in itself. While this post will be more photos than writing, a few stories will be shared.
I am a theme park junkie at heart. Especially Disney theme parks. It’s a little difficult to keep me under control as I bounce from ride to ride with the force of a five year old on a few 2 liters of soda.
I love Epcot. Looooooooove Epcot. It’s bad enough they have a space simulator, excellent restaurants and the World Showcase, but they also have, well, me there.
Back in 2001, as part of their ongoing “Millennium Celebration”, they had a chance to buy these metal plates that would be one these stone slabs in front of Spaceship Earth. I chose to do one during my previous visit there. Eight years later, with the brochure sent to me from way back when, I was able to track myself down.
Being in the movie business, this is always a fun park for me, due to my natural tendencies to act like a giant ham at any given opportunity.
Full of animals and a freaking sweet rollercoaster, I got my nature on, and revisited a few old photo spots from another earlier trip.
I don’t know what I was thinking, letting some nine year old kid set the standard for my experience, because that line of thinking got me to ride the Summit Plummet:
This 120 foot, nearly straight-down drop that sends you at a speed of nearly 60 MPH. Sitting down to go, you can’t see where you’ll be going. Seriously, it looked like I was just going to drop off a cliff. I kept edging more and more, and nothing. Until finally, the drop caught me so off guard, I was trying to brace myself, but couldn’t. My screams were real. Even worse, I was going so damned fast, my bathing suit completely rode up my buttcrack, turning it into a thong, as I hit along the vertical straightaway at the end, I was skipping along the water, each time, the sting of the fast-moving water, slapping my ass harder and harder with each impact. I skipped the water about six times. As a result, I screamed “Fuck” loudly six times with each hit. I got up, disoriented, my bathing suit completely lodged in my ass, exposing my red and water burned (yes, burned) cheeks to the world, horrifying children and parents alike.
I stuck to the lazy river after that….
But I did run into a few friends along the way:
The rest of the month? Work and such, but what really can compare? Levity aside, it marked the one year anniversary of Dad passing, thus putting an ended to all of the dreaded “one year” anniversaries that come with losing a loved one. I was ready to keep moving forward, now fully recharged, to keep seeing what else Nevada had to offer.
As it turns out, there’s quite a bit….