Happy #greatmovieprideday! I was so thrilled to be placed at my favorite attraction on my first college program. It was a fabulous six months of tours into the movies, and I bawled like a baby on my last show because I thought I’d never come back. But here I am, still running from Mugsy and turning bad guys into skeletons and screaming at the witch. Once a movie rider, always a movie rider, but I’m so glad to be back for real. #slowmovingtramride (at The Great Movie Ride)
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Olaf is a Great Movie Rider, in case you were wondering. #slowmovingtramride #greatmovieride #olaf #frozen #hesnotbandittrainedyetthough (at The Great Movie Ride)
oh my god. Cary Joe and I just did a set with our southern accents and it was awesome BUT SO MUCH HARDER THAN I THOUGHT.
Like for sure I thought I was going to come back from Anubis and start in my real voice and be like “oops sorry y’all.”
reasons why yesterday’s Frozen processional was super magical
-favorite!Elsa was there
-DimplesMcCuteface!Kristoff was there
-One of the skiers handed me one of his ski poles and we had a fencing duel.
-One of the skaters, as he breezed past me, was all like “You’re great on the Great Movie Ride! Loved your show!” and I died completely.
Enjoying a rare good hair day at #greatmovieride! But not a good smile day. Everyday is a Chandler-Bing-in-Photos kind of smile day. (at The Great Movie Ride)
shoutout to the 40 something mom in row two who snort-choke-laughed because I said Dick Powell.
in which I accidentally get sassy with guests
So this guy and his wife scanned their fastpasses and then stood there blocking the entrance because they were waiting for the rest of their family. After five minutes I told them to either keep moving forward or step aside to wait for their family. The guy refuses, so I repeat it. He says “no, no, no” and holds up a “one minute” finger directly in my face. I repeat the request, and he starts yelling and tells me to shut up. I tell him “don’t tell me to shut up, sir, I am doing my job” and he continues to yell. I repeat both requests AGAIN and He finally moves forward in the line (I’m scanning fastpasses and people are trying to get past him through all of this) and then runs back in.
“What your name? Kate-leen?”
And at this point, I am ten kinds of Not Having It, so as he runs away I call “THAT IS NOT MY NAME, SIR. THAT IS NOT HOW YOU PRONOUNCE IT.”
Oops.
this one time at the frozen processional
Very Loud Middle Aged Lady: “WOW. ONLY ONE OF THPSE SNOWFLAKES HAS BOOBS.”
My favorite Elsa (Perfect!Elsa winked at me during processional and I was just like “you’re wonderful OMG.”
Also it was CuteCheeks!Kristoff and he was strumming his guitar to the rhythm of the parade music and I was like you are perf.
this one time at the Great Movie Ride
Man: “What direction this ride?”
Me: (thinking) North? South? wtf I do not have a compass.
Me: (aloud) “It’s a slow moving tram ride.”
Man: “What direction this ride?”
Me: “…Slow?”
Man: “WHAT DIRECTION THIS RIDE?”
Me: “Well, this is the entrance, so you walk through the line, and then you get to the loading dock-”
Man: “HOW LONG THIS RIDE??”
Me: “Twenty-two minutes?”
*ten minutes later*
Me: “DURATION HE MEANT DURATION.”
The Metaphor Girl 