Disney Musings – That’ll be the Day

Posted May 20th, 2009 by Kimberly Dowd

Our vacation was magical and wondrous and far too short, as all of my Walt Disney World vacations are. I hope you’ll forgive me for not doing a countdown to the trip, but I’m rather weird about giving vacation dates out on the blog. I’m not afraid that we’ll be robbed (renter’s insurance!) but I’m afraid an evil being will call Disney and cancel our reservations. So yeah…the internet knows my name, where I work, and roundabout where I live, but not when I’m going on vacation. (Unless the evil being follows me on Twitter.) I need help, apparently.

Anyway, rather than do a huge trip report, I’ll highlight the quirky bits over the next week or so.

As we did in 2007, we stayed in All Star Music. It’s fun and gives us great bang for the buck. We requested a king-bed room in Jazz Inn. We got a room with 2 full beds in Broadway.

I can deal with the giant top hats, gloves, and canes. What I couldn’t deal with was this – the wallpaper in the bathroom:

Yes, Virginia, this is the view from the throne. If you’re a guy, you see the same thing, but behind the tank.

There are references to Beale and Bourbon Streets. I have to assume that the portraits of the artists are VERY general representations because getting permission to put peoples’ likenesses on wallpaper must be a nightmare.

Anyway, the guy at the bottom left is a Sinatra type. There’s a Motown girl band and a Ray Charles-esque gentleman.

The one that creeped me out he most is on the second row, at the right, next to the jukebox. That has to be Buddy Holly. I do not need Buddy Holly staring at me while I pee.

“I’m watching you, Peggy Sue,
While you sit there on the loo…”

The most puzzling one is the top row, second after the piano keys. Who is that? We called him/her “Smudge” through the trip but could never really pinpoint it. We have it narrowed down to either 1990′s Madonna or Billy Idol. With a goodly part of their head blown off by an angry fan.

Any idea who that can be?

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