SHAKE A TAIL FEATHER
February 21. 2007
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Posted by Heather Duffin in The Chronicles
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Life is pretty boring right now, yet I'm very content. However, besides some driving the wrong way down a one-way street, and a sudden invasion of invisible drivers, nothing has been going on. I've actually been pretty anti-social. Not depressed, but just enjoying my time alone right now. Anyways, I feel like I need to put something up here so I will share a story in honor of one of my best friends.
This weekend is my friend, Michelle's baby shower. This is baby #2 and we've all been keeping the sex of the baby secret for five months, which is a frickin' miracle! Michelle has been on my mind a lot, with these new adventures coming her way. And with the new adventures, I think of the old ones.
Michelle, this is for you.
This weekend is my friend, Michelle's baby shower. This is baby #2 and we've all been keeping the sex of the baby secret for five months, which is a frickin' miracle! Michelle has been on my mind a lot, with these new adventures coming her way. And with the new adventures, I think of the old ones.
Michelle, this is for you.
I have been to Disneyland many a time. I mean, hell, it's the happiest place on Earth, right? And in all those many Disney adventures, I have encountered attending Disneyland on Catholic school day, surrounded by nuns; visiting on days when it rained and everyone except my ex-husband, brother and I were in yellow Mickey Mouse ponchos; and I have been felt up twice by Goofy and have the pictures to prove it. Yet none of these can compare to the Donald Duck adventure back in 1996.
I was living in Phoenix at the time and had decided to move back to Seattle. Michelle, had flown down to make the drive back with me to my home. We'd decided to hit Sea World, Disneyland, and Universal Studios along the way. Now, something you need to know about Michelle is that she LOVED Donald Duck. It wasn't just a "this is my favorite charachter" type of thing. She loved him so much that she had looked into being Donald Duck at Disneyland. Michelle is sensible enough to typically not go for men without pants, but for Donald she made the exception. She had not been to Disneyland since she was a kid, so this was a very big deal. She was going to meet her duck.
We checked into our hotel, giddy for our Disney adventure in the morning. We decided to get there when the park opened, and stay until it closed at 1 AM. Our hotel wasn't far from the park, so we simply walked to it. We had a shared goal to have a wonderful time and go on every ride possible, but Michelle had a deeper intent...take her picture with her hero, Donald Duck.
We arose early and got to the park when it opened. We had the best day and laughed and had great time. However, throughout the entire day, the underlying goal of the Duck Mission was there. Everywhere we went we were on a duck hunt, yet we didn't see him. Michelle was starting to get anxious.
"Where is Donald? I can't leave this park without getting my picture taken with him!"
We searched high and low for this duck. This was back before the days of scheduled character meetings in the park. It was a simpler time when you could walk around and almost guarantee you'd see every character you wanted to see. We saw tons of characters throughout the day and even got some Goofy action (he put his hands on our boobs). Still, there was no Donald.
The day came and went. Darkness fell, the parade began, and still no Donald. We hit Toon Town last that night. It was now a little after midnight and Michelle was frustrated that she'd yet to meet her pantless hero. We strolled around Toon Town and then we saw it, a flash of tail feather. It was Donald!
"It's Donald!" screamed Michelle and we took off.
We approached Donald and Michelle's grin was ear-to-ear.
Michelle caught up to him, as he walked solo. "Donald! Can I get my picture with you?"
Donald waved her away and put his hands together and rested them under his head, to signal he was going to bed.
"Donald, please! Just one picture!"
Donald sped up his pace.
I chimed in. "Donald she's been looking for you ALL day! Please?"
Donald was now at a slow jog as a 23-year old and a 27-year old started jogging behind him. Michelle is now getting rightfully pissed. Her hero is trying to get away from her and all she wants is a simple picture. Her voice turned into a growl.
"DONALD! I WANT MY FUCKING PICTURE WITH YOU!"
Donald is now scared. He breaks out into a full-on run at this point, and we speed up. We are now in a chase with a duck across Toon Town.
"DAMN IT DONALD!" she screamed!
Donald makes it to one of the cartoon houses, turns the corner and bolts inside. We chase him up to the door where we are stopped by a woman.
"Sorry girls. Donald has to go to bed now."
"But I just wanted my picture taken with him," gasps Michelle.
"Sorry girls. It's Donald's bedtime," and she mimicks the same sleeping hand gesture that Donald first gave us.
We turn around and walk away defeated. "That's fucked up!" yelled one of us. At this point in time I have no idea if it were her or I.
Michelle felt defeated. As we were herded out with the other frazzled visitors that night, she was going off about hating Donald Duck and never loving him again. Her anger continued as we walked the trek back to the hotel, swollen feet and exhausted. A car came up next to us and honked and yelled cat calls at us.
"We're fucking lesbians, you asshole!" screamed Michelle.
I looked at her and laughed, "Uh no we're not."
Michelle hung her head. "I know. I fucking hate Donald Duck."
I hugged her. "I know Michelle. He's an asshole."
I was living in Phoenix at the time and had decided to move back to Seattle. Michelle, had flown down to make the drive back with me to my home. We'd decided to hit Sea World, Disneyland, and Universal Studios along the way. Now, something you need to know about Michelle is that she LOVED Donald Duck. It wasn't just a "this is my favorite charachter" type of thing. She loved him so much that she had looked into being Donald Duck at Disneyland. Michelle is sensible enough to typically not go for men without pants, but for Donald she made the exception. She had not been to Disneyland since she was a kid, so this was a very big deal. She was going to meet her duck.
We checked into our hotel, giddy for our Disney adventure in the morning. We decided to get there when the park opened, and stay until it closed at 1 AM. Our hotel wasn't far from the park, so we simply walked to it. We had a shared goal to have a wonderful time and go on every ride possible, but Michelle had a deeper intent...take her picture with her hero, Donald Duck.
We arose early and got to the park when it opened. We had the best day and laughed and had great time. However, throughout the entire day, the underlying goal of the Duck Mission was there. Everywhere we went we were on a duck hunt, yet we didn't see him. Michelle was starting to get anxious.
"Where is Donald? I can't leave this park without getting my picture taken with him!"
We searched high and low for this duck. This was back before the days of scheduled character meetings in the park. It was a simpler time when you could walk around and almost guarantee you'd see every character you wanted to see. We saw tons of characters throughout the day and even got some Goofy action (he put his hands on our boobs). Still, there was no Donald.
The day came and went. Darkness fell, the parade began, and still no Donald. We hit Toon Town last that night. It was now a little after midnight and Michelle was frustrated that she'd yet to meet her pantless hero. We strolled around Toon Town and then we saw it, a flash of tail feather. It was Donald!
"It's Donald!" screamed Michelle and we took off.
We approached Donald and Michelle's grin was ear-to-ear.
Michelle caught up to him, as he walked solo. "Donald! Can I get my picture with you?"
Donald waved her away and put his hands together and rested them under his head, to signal he was going to bed.
"Donald, please! Just one picture!"
Donald sped up his pace.
I chimed in. "Donald she's been looking for you ALL day! Please?"
Donald was now at a slow jog as a 23-year old and a 27-year old started jogging behind him. Michelle is now getting rightfully pissed. Her hero is trying to get away from her and all she wants is a simple picture. Her voice turned into a growl.
"DONALD! I WANT MY FUCKING PICTURE WITH YOU!"
Donald is now scared. He breaks out into a full-on run at this point, and we speed up. We are now in a chase with a duck across Toon Town.
"DAMN IT DONALD!" she screamed!
Donald makes it to one of the cartoon houses, turns the corner and bolts inside. We chase him up to the door where we are stopped by a woman.
"Sorry girls. Donald has to go to bed now."
"But I just wanted my picture taken with him," gasps Michelle.
"Sorry girls. It's Donald's bedtime," and she mimicks the same sleeping hand gesture that Donald first gave us.
We turn around and walk away defeated. "That's fucked up!" yelled one of us. At this point in time I have no idea if it were her or I.
Michelle felt defeated. As we were herded out with the other frazzled visitors that night, she was going off about hating Donald Duck and never loving him again. Her anger continued as we walked the trek back to the hotel, swollen feet and exhausted. A car came up next to us and honked and yelled cat calls at us.
"We're fucking lesbians, you asshole!" screamed Michelle.
I looked at her and laughed, "Uh no we're not."
Michelle hung her head. "I know. I fucking hate Donald Duck."
I hugged her. "I know Michelle. He's an asshole."
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