- Nobody looks good in a rain poncho. Not even Raquel Welch. Well, maybe Raquel Welch, if it were just a rain poncho. Wet. Inside and out.
Ahem.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Rain ponchos are intended to drape, and they do so with all the elegance of dropcloths, especially when you stuff a purse, diaper bag, shopping bag, fanny pack, camera bag, etc., underneath it. Just accept that you’re going to look like a shambling mound and get on with life.
- There is always a puddle, right there. No matter how carefully crafted the grounds, how expert the architects and engineers, there will always be a puddle between you and where you want to go. And your daughter will step in it — wade in it — stop still in it.
- Umbrellas are a cruel joke. They keep the rain off your head. Usually. But that’s it. The rest of you will get wet. Badly.
- The ride you want to go on will be called because of weather. There is a 25% chance that the ride you really want to go on will be closed for repairs, refurbishment, or replacement when you arrive. Rain makes that spike up to 75%.
- Every roof leaks. Especially the one you’re in line under. And the leak is right there, where you’re going to walk. Deal with it.
- EXTRA BONUS RULE. There is no silver lining. While rain dramatically cuts down on the number of people at the park, you still don’t see any more or go any faster. That’s because (a) everyone half as fast slogging through the rain and puddles (see #2). And (b) everyone takes up the volume of four people because of umbrellas, ponchos, and other weather gear (see #1). So weather would have to reduce the crowds by 87.5% to make it any easier — and if the weather gets that bad, they’ll shut down the park (see #4)
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I’m a woman discovering her lesbian, right wing tendencies and am interested in coming out of the closet.
And for those of you wondering what that was about … the dare Janet took up can be found here, the hope-you-don’t-mind can be found here.
Um, okay.
For what it’s worth, Janet was supposed to post the above message on a gay blog, a male blog, and a Republican blog. I was the middle one. Seems kind of silly to me, and not exactly the post I’d’ve preferred to be so dared upon, but there it is.
I did Disneyland with a 6 year old and an 18 month old in the pouring rain once. We still managed to have a good time. Just all chilled to the bone by the time we got back to the hotel. Brrrrrr!
When I was in high school, we did one of the Disney Christmas Carol thangs — except that when we got there, it was raining cats and dogs. We still did our practice with the other choirs, which was much fun, and then we were all set loose on the park. Most of us were soaked within minutes, but had a great time running wild through a nearly-empty Disneyland.