30 in 30 - part 19
The last time I cried:
I honestly can't remember the last time I had a big ol' red-eyed runny-nosed cry. It's been awhile.
So I'll tell you about the last two times I remember crying, even if it was only a little. They both happened at Disneyworld.
Once was when, after a dinner with too much to drink was followed by a boat ride that was just about too long, Jason's brother did a trot that resembled the waddle his grandma used to do when she was hustling to the bathroom. That was bad enough. Then he proceeded to be a little too happy to relieve himself in the bathroom. There was a man in there with his kids who, after overhearing Jeremy's exalting, yelled "I don't know what's going on in here, but there are kids in here!" He could barely utter the story to us after exiting the bathroom. We were all laughing so hard, we were crying. Jason's mom may or may not have wet herself. It took us a good five minutes to get settled down and not be so embarrassing. I honestly can't remember if the kids were laughing along with us, or hiding in the bushes. Definitely a top memory from the trip.
The second was a couple days later, when we went to the Animal Kingdom. While there, we went to see The Festival Of The Lion King, which is a 30ish-minute long Broadway style production. The kids were completely enamored, especially Rory. You can see her getting into the spirit here:
But, when the show started, she really got into it. Following the motions of so many of the performers. It was adorable and as cheesy as it might sound, it was completely magical to experience. I watched her move for a few minutes, her face oh so serious. To her, she was in the show, and not in the audience. And I cried as I watched her. When it was over, she said she wanted to be in the Lion King. And I believed it.
I will never forget that moment. Watching her little hands move around in the air just like the performers before her. I wonder if she's old enough to remember it.
I honestly can't remember the last time I had a big ol' red-eyed runny-nosed cry. It's been awhile.
So I'll tell you about the last two times I remember crying, even if it was only a little. They both happened at Disneyworld.
Once was when, after a dinner with too much to drink was followed by a boat ride that was just about too long, Jason's brother did a trot that resembled the waddle his grandma used to do when she was hustling to the bathroom. That was bad enough. Then he proceeded to be a little too happy to relieve himself in the bathroom. There was a man in there with his kids who, after overhearing Jeremy's exalting, yelled "I don't know what's going on in here, but there are kids in here!" He could barely utter the story to us after exiting the bathroom. We were all laughing so hard, we were crying. Jason's mom may or may not have wet herself. It took us a good five minutes to get settled down and not be so embarrassing. I honestly can't remember if the kids were laughing along with us, or hiding in the bushes. Definitely a top memory from the trip.
The second was a couple days later, when we went to the Animal Kingdom. While there, we went to see The Festival Of The Lion King, which is a 30ish-minute long Broadway style production. The kids were completely enamored, especially Rory. You can see her getting into the spirit here:
But, when the show started, she really got into it. Following the motions of so many of the performers. It was adorable and as cheesy as it might sound, it was completely magical to experience. I watched her move for a few minutes, her face oh so serious. To her, she was in the show, and not in the audience. And I cried as I watched her. When it was over, she said she wanted to be in the Lion King. And I believed it.
I will never forget that moment. Watching her little hands move around in the air just like the performers before her. I wonder if she's old enough to remember it.