At night, a few of the parks put on a firework display. As a gang we watched a few, not every night, just on a few occasions. At night the parks are lit up with neon’s of all colours. Glowing with an ever brightening intensity, surely visible from space. I liked the transition.
The rumor is there are huge solar farms that power the parks of Disney World. A desolate landscape that is covered all over in metal panels so powerful that they transform the light of the sun into fuel a mouse can use to power his entire empire. If the parks are the pretty face, the solar farms would be the dirty undergarments. Clean fuel production from a reusable, sustainable source, that’s magic. Busing between parks a family got sight of a corner of one and lost their minds at the possibility of what they just witnessed before their conversation switched to hunting. Apparently if you catch sight of a beautiful animal in its natural habit the first thing you should do is reach for your gun and try to kill it. I mean what else would you do when you see a beautiful, defenseless animal… Anyway…
There was a spot of early evening shopping, several food stops and a little Light Parade watching, before we scouted out spots for the show.
“What’s the point, some dick will just push past us as it starts and I won’t be able to see anyway” Boss said.
“I know baby but it can’t hurt. What about over there?”, I gestured to a spot about ten steps away, I thought it looked good. Especially for a few photos.
“Yeah, sure”, “looks good”, echoed Stef and Niall in an agreeable manner. They took the first few steps to secure the space. “Make sure you are behind the tape” mentioned a shapely assistant. They must go through so much tape. We had about forty-five minutes to wait.
I’m ok at waiting. I’m a fairly patient person but I ain’t to great at standing around and waiting. I get bored and then I get fidgety and when I get fidgety I get mischievous and before you know it I am getting into some sort of bother. It’s the reason I like to stay some form of busy. Niall was handling the wait better but Boss and Stef where the real pros. They once camped out for a week for the premier of a Harry Potter film. Just camped it out on the streets of London. For a week. Incredible display of patience.
As it began we were packed in like chickens at a battery farm and within five minutes Boss’s prophecy had come true. Luckily fireworks are a looking up experience but still have some etiquette. Unless you have a kid you have no reason, other than selfishness, to push forward, past the hoards that have being waiting patiently. Those people are the idiots who sleep in, decide its ok to drive fast, weave in and out of traffic and jump any red light that pops up just so they can get to where they want to on time, regardless of how it impacts on anyone else. We’ve all seen them and they’re mainly Audi drivers. I’m pretty sure he got a kick to the back of the leg. Deservedly so.
The fireworks were spectacular. I could feel the flames from the fires on my face and the boom of the bang exploding in my chest. The lights showered out, covering the Magic Kingdom in all kinds of colours, from all kinds of directions and all the while Jiminy Cricket narrated the fantastical scenes, inviting everyone to make a wish upon a star, just before a bevy of voices rang out ‘When you wish upon a star/ Makes no difference who you are/ Anything your heart desires/ Will come to you’.