Budapest is so magical...
In a few days we'll tour the Fisherman's Bastion, which is reminiscent of a real life Disney Princess Castle. I promise LOTS of pictures.
But today, we saw something entirely different, but just as magical: the real life Disney Haunted Mansion.
You know the kids at Disneyland? The ones screaming, stomping and wailing "I WANT IT!!!!!"? I became one of those kids today. The Haunted Mansion has that power over me.
Re-enactment? Why not?
Erin: (freezes, drops jaw, points) I want to go to there!
Alan: (takes more photos, ignores wife)
Erin: (Tugs on husbands sleeve) LOOOOOK! That is definitely haunted, and I definitely want to go there.
Alan: Why am I not surprised? (Takes another photo, starts walking.)
Erin: But... But... I want to. Hey! I bet it's for rent! We can go to an openhouse!!!
Alan: (Keeps walking. Probably rolls his eyes.)
Erin: (Whines. Stamps foot. Balls up fists. Contemplates a full-blown tantrum. Glances at mud puddle on ground. Re-considers. Begins to gain back some semblance of adulthood. Whimpers almost unintellegably...) I never get to do what I want.
End scene.
Old houses. They do that to me.
*Note: As is always the case, this story is completely factual and, word-for-word, EXACTLY what happened. No exaggeration or dramatization.*
In a few days we'll tour the Fisherman's Bastion, which is reminiscent of a real life Disney Princess Castle. I promise LOTS of pictures.
But today, we saw something entirely different, but just as magical: the real life Disney Haunted Mansion.
Duh-Duh-DUUUUUUMMMM
You know the kids at Disneyland? The ones screaming, stomping and wailing "I WANT IT!!!!!"? I became one of those kids today. The Haunted Mansion has that power over me.
Re-enactment? Why not?
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Erin: (freezes, drops jaw, points) I want to go to there!
Alan: (takes more photos, ignores wife)
Erin: (Tugs on husbands sleeve) LOOOOOK! That is definitely haunted, and I definitely want to go there.
Alan: Why am I not surprised? (Takes another photo, starts walking.)
Erin: But... But... I want to. Hey! I bet it's for rent! We can go to an openhouse!!!
Alan: (Keeps walking. Probably rolls his eyes.)
Erin: (Whines. Stamps foot. Balls up fists. Contemplates a full-blown tantrum. Glances at mud puddle on ground. Re-considers. Begins to gain back some semblance of adulthood. Whimpers almost unintellegably...) I never get to do what I want.
End scene.
Old houses. They do that to me.
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I can imagine this perfectly.
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