Sinister: disney in the uk

[sad tomato]

hello.  this is post #, erm, 2 from me. i must have gotten lost in the
shuffle, cause i only posted once before, and havent been able to do so
since.  it is 6 pm here in berkeley, california, but i just got back from an
extended weekend trip to central florida and it really feels like 9 pm, and
i have been up and about since 5 am on shuttle buses and airplanes and BARTs
and buses.
i wanted to write because my boyfriend and i went to EPCOT center in the
fabled disneyworld, and easily half of the thousands of people at this theme
park were british.  how could i tell this?  well, first of all, in each
family group there would be at least one individual wearing a soccer jersey
(or FOOTBALL for you cultural imperialist/centrist types) or t-shirt. after
coming within hearing distance, i would discern that they were definitely
not americans and displayed one of the many british speech types.  and they
were usually the ones with incredibly white legs and painfully red faces and
necks.  after the afternoon had passed i came to feel like a tourist in my
own country.  well, yes, i WAS a tourist in my own country, but what i
really mean was that i felt like a tourist in another country, like
unbeknownst (how the hell does one spell this?) to me, i was magically
transported (through disney imagineering of course) to EPCOT center
somewhere in an incredible hot and humid part of the british isles.  so this
leads me to ask three questions:
1. does everyone in the uk really own at least one soccer jersey?
2. have any of you non-american listers been to the evil disney parks, and
what do you think about them?
3. was there some sort of big british holiday this past weekend that i didnt
know about and would explain why orlando, florida was swamped with brits?

i shant be going to any of those belle and sebastian shows, since california
apparently isnt important enough to rate a stop this time around (but athens
is, right?  yep.)  i am not looking forward to yer deluge of show reviews,
as i am the sort that likes to keep these things to myself, but please
indulge yerself and have fun, knowing that for every one of you there are 5
or so of us poor souls who arent watching a belle and sebastian show anytime
soon.  maybe i will eat some pez one night and wear daisies another night
anyway.

this is robin signing out.  out of so many jessicas, there are at least two
"robins" here.  i am the one in lowercase letters....not cause i am all
pretentious-e.e. cummings-outdated-crap, but because i am too lazy to
depress the " shift" button all the time for capitol letters.

(i do like "je t'aime...moi non plus" also.  it is so sexy!)

nihil sub sole novum.
robin.

Blood oranges grow well in Florida, but they frighten American women.

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