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It’s a Stormtrooper Kind of Thing
Fiction of the Satirical Sort
Maybe I shouldn’t have been wandering Disney World after one too many shots back at the Polynesian with my friend Cara. We thought it was funny to pose with Mickey Mouse — we caught him in his Sorcerer’s garb — while shoving peace signs towards the cast member who was unfortunate enough to be our photographer of the hour. Cara nearly toppled over, despite wearing flip-flops, and murmured something in Mickey’s ear. I was glad that I didn’t hear because Cara could be a bit too suggestive when she was drinking.
“Think of the kids, Cara!” I said when we made our mad dash away from Sorcerer Mickey. “What kind of example are you setting?”
Cara’s laugh was a bright bloom in the air. “Oh, who are we kidding, Mindy? We’re gonna get kicked out before the day is over.”
Worse things had happened when I had vacationed with Cara for long weekends. We didn’t know if we were still banned from Universal Studios — or just the Wizarding World for that time Cara did an impromptu striptease by the Knight Bus and some parents had gotten a bit offended. (In our defense, we thought the whole charade was going to make great selfie fodder for Instagram.)
Two tipsy gal pals in Disney World, though? Who knew what adventures we’d have?
