Luke, I am your father

Current mood: confused

Tonight was... interesting.

I was doing the PT thing at Epcot. Basically, my role for the night was to be part of a "light runway" for a group of 1100 who were being bussed into the back of UK and directed to walk in the direction of the lights to World Showcase Plaza to view the fireworks. (Walk towards the light... he he he)

What I loved was simply standing out in the flow of people (near the Promenade) and being bomarded with questions. Really, I like that. I like being quizzed, challenged... and I like it most when I have the answers to their questions.

"How do I get to China from here?" "What's the best place to view the fireworks?" "I want a t-shirt that doesn't say Canada, where can I get one?" "Popcorn?" "How long is the show?" "Which boat will take me back to Universal Studios?"

Yeah, that last one threw me for a loop. But it was actually asked of me tonight.

And, for reasons unknown to me, men folks were laying on the lines tonight. Weird, right? One guy proceeded to take a photo with me... didn't ask, just did it. Another "accidentally" bumped into me, stayed close for a few seconds before grabbing my sides and asking if I was ticklish. What the hell?!

I don't get it. I mean, when I try to look cute, I get nada. Nothing. Not one glance in my direction. But when I'm at work dressed like super dork with a cape (actually it's super dork with baggy pants and a vest), then I'm swamped.

The ONLY thing cool about my Epcot attire is the red light saber. Oh! And that brought a fellow who said he simply had to feel the bicep I must have from holding up the light saber all night. First off, there's no bicep to feel. Second, the bicep does not extend up to my neck (which is where he went).

I am utterly confused. Maybe I'll just stop trying to look cute all together. Forget the strappy shoes. Forget the blush and mascara. No more denim skirts and halter tops. From now on, I'm going for black Sketchers and a shirt buttoned so high it chokes me.

Apparently that does it for tourists.

Back to the light saber. God, I wish I worked with people young enough to appreciate a good Star Wars reinactment. Everytime I first get my saber for the night, I'm tempted to leap back, square off my feet, extend the saber before me and shout, "Luke, I am your father."

One day (maybe the day that I want to get fired), I'm going to arrive wearing Leia buns and beg someone to saber fight me.

It's late and I'm exhausted but you just gotta say things while they're fresh in your mind. So, before I close I have to add one last thing.

To all the people who ride around the World Showcase on motorized scooters... turn off the headlight! It serves no purpose other than to blind those coming in your direction. You're in a Disney park for crying out loud... you don't need the headlight!!!!