You know the guys that work at Disneyland? I'm talking about the actual guys, the men, the ones in lederhosen, or space suits, or cowboy outfits (yeehaw!), or the very flattering pirate tights. The ones that, when they smile and ask you "how many?", you suddenly only want to date a man in a jacket that rivals Michael Jackson's. When he asks you to pull up on the lap bar, you can't imagine yourself with any one not wearing a khaki vest and striped shirt tucked into ill-fitted slacks, complete with orthopedic shoes.

I suppose they are so attractive because every time I go to Disneyland, I'm either with my parents or sister — no boyfriend, no husband, yet surrounded by couples (and too many of them wearing those horrible bride and groom Mickey ears hats. Dah, no) so these male peers in Indiana Jones hats provide the opportunity to gawk. And a daily dose of gawking is quite healthy.

(Funny. Just about anywhere outside the one-square mile that is the Happiest Place on Earth, they would blend in with the rest of mediocrity. Whaaaaa?)

Another thought: they are untouchable. You can't stop and talk to them, and even if you could, they live in California and I, well, don't, so what's the point?

So, men of Disneyland, keep on wearing those straw hats and overalls, because you look good to me. Mighty good.

P.S. Me and Cath went to Disneyland last week. It was grand.

Big Thunder Mountain

Beignets in New Orleans Square

Catherine and her chocolate mousse courtesy of the Blue Bayou restaurant (in Pirates of the Caribbean) for her "23 Birthday." (It wasn't, technically, her birthday, but they asked what we were celebrating, so I told them we were celebrating her birthday [true] so she felt the need to say it was her 23rd, since she had already celebrated her 22nd two weeks earlier.)

Mater and me in California Adventure.

Catherine and Bert (Mary Poppins).

(Oh, P.P.S. This Bert guy was legitimately good looking. Even without the jacket, bow tie, hat and cane. Oh, and white shoes. Daaaang, his outfit is fly.) 

1 comment:

  1. Believe it or not, I relate to your crushes on Disneyland workers. I was particularly impressed by the guys who worked the Matterhorn. Ah, that was a long, long time ago.