Crazy People Hate Unicorns
This is what happened to me at Disneyland over President's Day weekend.
This is exactly what happened. Events have not been exaggerated in any way.
Scene: Preparing to enter the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland (thank you season pass for bringing the wonder of Disney into our lives all year long). The Old Man is holding 3 year old, I'm holding hands with 7.
Three: *squeezes Dad around the neck* I scared! *grins wickedly* (was not actually scared)
Me: Better hold tight!
Three: *trying to sing* Hode tight! Hode tight!
Me: *singing* Hold tight, Hold tight, Hold tight hold tight! (Song from THE LAST UNICORN cartoon. The one the butterfly sings to the unicorn before telling her how messed up things are with King Haggard and the Red Bull. This is a favorite cartoon of the Jay family and we sing this song often.)
Three: What's that? What's that?
Me: The Last Unicorn. Remember?
Three: Unicorn!
Me: Yeah, The Last Unicorn!
Random Angry Young 20-Something Women in Front of Me: *spins around* What did you just say?
Me: *a bit surprised* The Last Unicorn?
RAY20SWIFOM: The Last Unicorn.
Me: *with a slight smile* *thinking girl is REALLY good at the straight faced sarcastic stuff and looks genuinely mad, but is really getting ready to say how much she LOVES The Last Unicorn--both book and movie--and how awesome the original score by America is and how she can't believe she's met a kindred spirit in the line for Haunted Mansion* Yeah. The Last Unicorn!
RAY20SWIFOM: The Last Unicorn. The Last Unicorn. Are you for bleeping real?! *spins and storms down the steps and out into the night, forgoing her journey through the mansion though she's been waiting for at least 25 minutes to gain entry*
Me: *blinks* *calls after her* But it's the best cartoon ever!
My Old Man: What the...
Somebody Else's Old Man Holding Small Boy: What was she talking about? Why was she upset?
Me: I have no idea.
18 year old girls behind me: What was up with her? I thought you guys were going to throw down.
Me: I don't throw down. I probably would have just laid down and flopped a little. I just...I have no idea what that was even about. *stares after woman who has now disappeared*
18 year old girls: *shrugs* Weird.
Weird indeed.
I still have no idea what that was about. Theses are the only theories I've come up with:
1. That she had a huge zit on her forehead (that I didn't notice while she was raging at me) and that she thought I was calling her a unicorn because of said zit. (Which I would NEVER do, having had a unicorn zit myself once or twice in my life.)
2. That there's a filthy porn movie called The Last Uni-whore-n that she watched with her college friends and she thought it was disgusting that I was bringing up such nastiness in front of my children. (Or that she was the star of this movie and is experiencing post traumatic stress as a result.)
But I'll admit both of those are a little far-fetched. I can only conclude that she was bat-scat crazy and be glad I wasn't trapped in a tightly enclosed space with her. (Think about THAT next time you're at Disneyland. There are people crazier than me there.)
Other news:
1. I have ARCs of ROMEO REDEEMED and they are GORGEOUS! Omg, I can't wait to share this cover with you. (And give away a few ARCs, but alas I won't be able to do that until closer to release date. That means summer time :(.)
2. But in the meantime, BLOOD ON THE BAYOU is out in a month and I'm working on a fun contest. Stay tuned to be learning how to win that.
Now, I write!
Have a great weekend!
Stacey Jay
This is exactly what happened. Events have not been exaggerated in any way.
Scene: Preparing to enter the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland (thank you season pass for bringing the wonder of Disney into our lives all year long). The Old Man is holding 3 year old, I'm holding hands with 7.
Three: *squeezes Dad around the neck* I scared! *grins wickedly* (was not actually scared)
Me: Better hold tight!
Three: *trying to sing* Hode tight! Hode tight!
Me: *singing* Hold tight, Hold tight, Hold tight hold tight! (Song from THE LAST UNICORN cartoon. The one the butterfly sings to the unicorn before telling her how messed up things are with King Haggard and the Red Bull. This is a favorite cartoon of the Jay family and we sing this song often.)
Three: What's that? What's that?
Me: The Last Unicorn. Remember?
Three: Unicorn!
Me: Yeah, The Last Unicorn!
Random Angry Young 20-Something Women in Front of Me: *spins around* What did you just say?
Me: *a bit surprised* The Last Unicorn?
RAY20SWIFOM: The Last Unicorn.
Me: *with a slight smile* *thinking girl is REALLY good at the straight faced sarcastic stuff and looks genuinely mad, but is really getting ready to say how much she LOVES The Last Unicorn--both book and movie--and how awesome the original score by America is and how she can't believe she's met a kindred spirit in the line for Haunted Mansion* Yeah. The Last Unicorn!
RAY20SWIFOM: The Last Unicorn. The Last Unicorn. Are you for bleeping real?! *spins and storms down the steps and out into the night, forgoing her journey through the mansion though she's been waiting for at least 25 minutes to gain entry*
Me: *blinks* *calls after her* But it's the best cartoon ever!
My Old Man: What the...
Somebody Else's Old Man Holding Small Boy: What was she talking about? Why was she upset?
Me: I have no idea.
18 year old girls behind me: What was up with her? I thought you guys were going to throw down.
Me: I don't throw down. I probably would have just laid down and flopped a little. I just...I have no idea what that was even about. *stares after woman who has now disappeared*
18 year old girls: *shrugs* Weird.
Weird indeed.
I still have no idea what that was about. Theses are the only theories I've come up with:
1. That she had a huge zit on her forehead (that I didn't notice while she was raging at me) and that she thought I was calling her a unicorn because of said zit. (Which I would NEVER do, having had a unicorn zit myself once or twice in my life.)
2. That there's a filthy porn movie called The Last Uni-whore-n that she watched with her college friends and she thought it was disgusting that I was bringing up such nastiness in front of my children. (Or that she was the star of this movie and is experiencing post traumatic stress as a result.)
But I'll admit both of those are a little far-fetched. I can only conclude that she was bat-scat crazy and be glad I wasn't trapped in a tightly enclosed space with her. (Think about THAT next time you're at Disneyland. There are people crazier than me there.)
Other news:
1. I have ARCs of ROMEO REDEEMED and they are GORGEOUS! Omg, I can't wait to share this cover with you. (And give away a few ARCs, but alas I won't be able to do that until closer to release date. That means summer time :(.)
2. But in the meantime, BLOOD ON THE BAYOU is out in a month and I'm working on a fun contest. Stay tuned to be learning how to win that.
Now, I write!
Have a great weekend!
Stacey Jay