I keep forgetting to blog about my adventures.
Just happy to be out having all those adventures.
I finally got a do-over on last year’s rained-out Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party. This year, the weather was perfect and I got to see the fireworks and all the shows and try all the foods without being a drowned rat.
I also got to run into Kelly for a day. Had to call off work (oh darn) because she has a Pixie pass (weekdays only) whereas I do my park days on weekends with my Disney Vacation Club pass.
Oh speaking of vacation clubs, my new habit is collecting money from timeshare companies.
I keep agreeing to sit through their pitches, and they hand me cash and hotel stays.
I missed one of the presentations though. One I would actually take. Because I know me — I love that resort so much that they would absolutely sucker me into it.
It’s so funny — they make me sign papers that if I acquire a spouse, I have to bring the spouse to the timeshare.
Like how do people have affairs? Are you really checking that if I come to the timeshare, I am bringing the person I said I would?
What in the 1974 is this shit?!
I mean right there, I would never buy into this nonsense.
I was reading a thread on Reddit about “Conversations With Friends.” People get judgy about Nick and Frances getting back together at the end (with her still having a girlfriend and him still having a wife).
I loved this summary from a smart person:
“Cheating must be punished.” That is morality-play TV. Here you get humans who stumble, compromise and sometimes contradict themselves.
“Frances the homewrecker.” Adults make choices and acknowledged costs. Nobody here is a prop in someone else’s arc.
Nobody here is a prop in someone else’s arc.
That statement has been in my brain all weekend.
Especially after being told it’s mandatory that I bring a spouse to the timeshare if I happen to get one (the spouse, not just the timeshare).
Especially after being told what the minimum income is to buy a timeshare and not batting an eye. Like OK you realize I don’t actually need a spouse for anything, right?!
Anyway, just grateful for this phase of my life where I get to have fun on my own terms and on my own dime.
Nobody is a prop in my arc.
Nobody.
Here’s manifesting more good times, more money and more balls to tell people their stupid rules are the reason I don’t need to play their game.
OH! Speaking of people’s rules, fucking DTOM is back on her treadmill and back on her bullshit. And she’s about to pay for it.
If anyone is intelligent enough to figure out that there would NOT have been mutiny if she didn’t deny the wrong person their money back, that is.
Mutiny, ahoy! Love to see it.