Monday, April 18, 2005

For years I've had tons of earnest, well-intentioned folks tell me how much they adore Disney World. Invariably, when I reveal that I've never been there, these boosters are shocked and amazed. They insist that I must go because they're certain I'll love it.

When I point out that I've been to plenty of amusement parks, I'm assured they can't possibly come close. When I protest that I'm really more of a Looney Tunes guy, I'm told it doesn't matter and that the minute I set foot in Orlando's biggest draw I will be swept up in a wave of delight.

The net result of this effusive praise has been to instill a contrarian reaction in me; I'm very skeptical of the Magic Kingdom's charms. I will go, when I go, with an open mind and every intention of enjoying myself thoroughly. But after the years of overt gushing I've heard, the deck is stacked against me warming to the place. Surely there must be some people who aren't enthralled by it? (And in fact, there's one brave soul who's been voicing a dissenting opinion for as long as I've known him.)

So it was with a light and snarky heart today that I explored this trove of pics showing dour-looking guests of the Happiest Place on Earth. Seems The Mouse and his cohorts aren't able to inspire rapturous glee in everyone who visits their domain.

Since I've gone out on a limb and publicly voiced this opinion, I fully expect that I will actually love WDW once I finally have a chance to visit. But for now, I'm just glad this evidence is out there to prove that having a blissful time there isn't a mortal lock.

(link via The Morning News)

Posted @ 4:45 PM

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