On my 30th birthday, my co-worker Donna bought me a big ol' mylar "30" balloon. When I got home that afternoon, I had Scott take my picture with the balloon. I don't know why I did it, probably because I'm kind of a sucker for balloons and this one was a definite record of where I was on the big 3-0.
For the past two years, I've continued the tradition in a less conspicuous way. Instead of balloons, I've used finger counting to mark the years. On birthday 31, I was in Animal Kingdom, and it was cold! On birthday 32, we were killing time in a mall in Tampa when we stumbled upon racks of prom dresses. For 33, because 3 is my lucky number (how could it not be? my birthday is 3-3 after all!), I made myself a prop.
The best thing about this picture, besides my sign, is the fact that it was taken in the Magic Kingdom at 1 am today, and I was wearing pajama bottoms. (nope, I wasn't the only one!) Scott and I went last night for the "One More Disney Day" promotion. MK was open for the "bonus" Leap Day for 24 hours (for some reason from 6 am to 6 am instead of midnight to midnight). We got there right after the fireworks, and the crowd was horrific. We waited in lines for food, bathrooms...even the never-has-a-line TTA! We were planning on staying until 2 or 3, but we gave up slightly after 1 when we looped back to Tomorrowland to see that lines had actually gotten longer than they were from 9-10! We really did have a wonderful time - it's so much more pleasant to wait in lines when you're not also suffering from sunstroke - but the congestion was disheartening. I'm glad we didn't stay and try to wait out the crowds. I read a tweet from 4:30 am saying the line for Haunted Mansion was "only" 20 minutes.
Lesson learned: never underestimate the Disney die-hards!
I'll be bringing my sign with me wherever we go for the rest of the weekend (including on my actual birthday). Hopefully it'll have some good stories to tell.