Trader Sams Enchanted Tiki Bar

Seeing as how I've never been a fan of child abuse, I had no choice but to take my little brother on his first trip to Trader Sam's Enchanted Tiki Bar in Downtown Disney while making our way south for Thanksgiving. Needless to say, he was thoroughly enchanted. It took everything in us not to abandon our time obligations & run straight through those pearly blue ticket turn-wheels that bridge the gap between reality and aesthetic euphoria.

I'd of liked to have spent my entire Thanksgiving vacation at Disneyland. As a matter of fact, I want to spend my entire life at Disneyland. I could simply sleep alongside the Pirate's corpse in his beautiful French-Italian rococo bed draped in a canopy of red velvet, slowly falling asleep to the lullaby of a ghost played harpsichord. Or perhaps the dark and treacherous caves of Tom Sawyers island where no one would ever find me!? On second thought, those caves are just as likely to be inhibited by mysterious Red Men docking their canoes for the night as they are to be riddled with hidden treasure that pirates are sure to come back & claim on some moonless night.

Hmm, Goofy's Bounce House seems accommodating. Everything inside is inflatable so I'm sure there would be room for me to sleep somewhere. Then again, I would never be able to tolerate the foghorn on Donald's boat constantly going off at all hours of the night (which is sure to happen considering Chip & Dale live in the oak tree immediately adjacent to Donald's boat and are sure to irritate him throughout the night). I suppose I'll just have to think about it a little longer, until then...

XOXO