Imagine all the people... living off the land.

Today is my third day off this week and it has been a wonderful and very eventful one. Let's begin.
Monday:
So during the Food and Wine Festival we have a concert ever night in the World Showcase featuring different artists. A lot of the come back every year and for the past five years, Boyz II Men has been the most popular. Well, they were here on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday this week and it was cuh-razy. I went on Monday with six of my friends and, after waiting for two hours, we were sitting front and center. Literally, the front row and... okay fine not center but it was close enough. They were so good! Some of you know how I can get about concerts (I tend to fall completely in love with the artist for a few weeks-a few years following the concert). And that happened. They waved at me, they pointed at me, they held my hand multiple times, and held the microphone up to me so that I could sing the chorus of End of the Road. So yeah I'm kind of famous now. At least to myself.
Tuesday:
I went to Magic Kingdom with a friend I met during training way back in September. He tries to pretend like he's not, but he's kind of Disney-crazy. Which is fine with me because I have never been to the Magic Kingdom before so I got a complete tour of hidden Mickeys, special meanings, symbolic architecture, and tricky rides. It was extremely not crowded and we rode every non-infant ride in the six hours we spent in the park. The longest we had to wait was maybe eight minutes for Space Mountain. It was so wonderful!
Wednesday:
I did have to work from 2:15 pm - 12:45 am but it kind of wasn't work at all. Me and one of my friends that went to the concert on Monday were both working with no specific assignments so we assigned ourselves to the American Garden Theater (where the Boyz were performing their last shows at Epcot this year). We realized that with our costumes and name tags and brooms, no one really questions us. So between shows we stood outside the amphitheater to "direct people" and "answer questions". Then during the shows we went into the amphitheater and walked right up to the front of the stage to "clean" and "control the crowd". Best job perk ever. We got to watch three shows, the singers recognized us, and no one even cared if we stood in front of them and sang and danced... which we did. We knew where the Boyz' cars were parked and who their family and friends were so after the last show, we "took our break" and "cleaned" backstage as long as we possibly could. Some of the families and crew came back and we smiled and made small talk but once the fireworks started, we left because we actually had somewhere we had to be. So I said to her, "I wish we could have seen just one of them back there." She looked at me like I was crazy and told me that I did. I didn't even realize it but while I was backstage there was a man walking towards me with a friendly smile on his face so I politely smiled and said, "Hello," like I do to any other guest and he said, "How are you tonight?" and I said, "Great!" and kept on walking. I talked to a Boy and didn't even realize it.
That brings us to today! All I have done is spent $40 at Wal-Mart that I'm going to complain about right now. I decided within the last hour that living in a hippie community would be a lot more economical. I'm going to leave food out of the equation for this discussion (we all know that hippies dig through dumpsters and thrive off of us glutenous pigs) because I didn't purchase any food with that $40. Let's take a look at my receipt. Moisturizing Lotion - hippies use animal fat for that, I'm pretty sure. Facial Moisturizer/Sunscreen - as a hippie, you develop natural sunscreen from living outdoors and don't care what your skin looks like because everyone is in the same boat... or, tent, I guess. Deodorant - forget it. Shampoo - they all have dreadlocks, no washing necessary. Curl Sculpting Gel - refer to the shampoo comment. Color Shield Hair Lotion - with the sun's natural highlights each day, it's like a consistent, quality salon treatment. Pumice Stone - isn't that just a rock anyways? Pictures - memories are much higher definition. So I hope you all agree with me and we can protest Wal-Mart and all smelly liquids that we cover our bodies with. Isn't that working for those Wall Street people?