So far there is only one attraction listed as being closed during our next trip.
The Hall of Presidents.
or as I like to call it "The Torture Chamber." I coined that name back in the late 80s around the same time I trudged through EPCOT chanting "BOOOORRRIIINNNGGG!" (If you ever want to hear just "how damn much a trip to Disney costs" then I highly suggest doing that in front of your father for several consecutive days in the hot Florida sun).
Anyhow, The Hall of Presidents is closed and I am delighted. My husband LOVES these types of things and I am running out of excuses to avoid them.
Disney can revamp a tired old foodcourt in a week and transform a pool into a Pirate Ship in a relatively short amount of time. I'm not sure why it will take the better portion of a year to create an animatronic Obama, but far be it from me to complain.
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