Thursday, May 26, 2011

FANTASMIC!® VACATION

No rain, hot weather coming our way... I am dreaming of vacation.

FANTASMIC!® VACATION

For the fifth time today we queued, as my twelve-year-old son said in his best British impersonation. His British slipped into Swedish, but I chuckled nonetheless. At least this queue was out of the burning sunshine.


The air-conditioned holding tank piped in almost current music and even a slide show distraction while we pretended our 3-D glasses were Ray-ban© designer and we were movie stars rather than weary tourists waiting to act as a “shrunken audience.” I hated “True Colors” (it was a morning radio staple that targeted my age group, so it reminded me of Starbucks® coffee and TJ Maxx® deals and Aerostars®), but combined with the poignant (not corny I rationalized) Kodak® images of vibrant families simulating touching milestone moments, I couldn’t help but hum along and wipe the spec that suddenly irritated my eyes (my son said I could get the red out with Visine®) as I gazed upon my own family milling about. With zero chores and clean sheets and ‘top-notch’ accommodations—not to mention loads of family time—it had turned out to be a terrific week. So what if the brochure-promised "family-time" was spent in "queues?"


I chose to think of it as quality time, since we got to really listen to, and laugh with the boys (or at least I found the patience to clench my teeth and smile indulgently rather than scream it's only funny the first time as my son attempted the tired ersatz British accent again). Later we could spend more time together as we waited our turn for Pluto or Captain Hook or Chip and Dale to visit our table while we ate overpriced burgers and paid for the souvenir photograph. We would go to the parade and light the night with the Simba flashlight and Pocahontas glow sticks. Of course, we would order the keepsake dvd of the spectacular(!), and hurry to catch the shuttle so we could spend the last half hour of our day at the Lego® store and maybe get a Ghirardelli® chocolate shake for dessert, and, and....


That’s when I realized; we paid to vacation inside a commercial.

9 comments:

Icy Sedgwick said...

Having been to Disney World, this seemed all to familiar! Loved the use of all the brand names

Eric J. Krause said...

Good story! It speaks so much of truth. I also enjoyed the use of so many brand names.

Deanna Schrayer said...

Oh, this is great Peggy! We're taking vacation in a few weeks and - I'm so happy! - I get to hang out at the beach for one whole day alone while the boys go to DisneyWorld. WOOT!
Thanks for the fun story!

Clive Martyn said...

Hey welcome back :) I know how you feel... although you have proved you aren't rusty with this flash which made me smile (I have spent lots of family time in queues at Disneyland.)

John Wiswell said...

That second paragraph is a particularly potent blitz of commercial lingo. Reminds me a little of George Carlin's later raps and riffs, though with more of a point. Good work, Peggy. It's lovely to have you back.

Mike Robertson said...

Wowzers it's so much FUN (tm) to be a Commercial!!

Loved it. Cheery, funny, way too true. Vintage Peg. So nice to see a new one here.

FARfetched said...

Glad to see you back, especially since I had to take the week off!

Living in a commercial. That's pretty much the endpoint of it all, isn't it? Wear these clothes, drive that car, vacation at ®esort…

A powerful, brutally honest, return to #FridayFlash.

Danielle La Paglia said...

Franchises are built on the weary shoulders of parents whose children memorize every jingle--a marketer's gold mine. This was fantastic, Peggy.

estrella05azul said...

What a great flash, Peggy, love how I was able to recognize many brand names (and I'm not even from the US)
Vacationing in a commercial sounds about right though!

PS: funny - the characters I'll have to enter below for word verification spell 'cheerio' :)