First off, the credit for this entry's title goes to The Alcoholist. This being my first entry, I suppose it's a bit of a coming out party (the first of many puns intended). So, hello world! I'm Mr. Giggles and if you've ever hung out with me for any period of time, well then, you know how I got my nickname. I think I've met most of the brigade by now and if I haven't met you, we'll remedy that soon! I'm not quite sure what all I should be writing here, but suffice it to say that I'm an open book, so let your curious minds inquire away and I'll tell all. I love to blog and write, too, so this is your official notice that you'll all probably be hearing a lot more from me. For now, though, I must be off, the candyshop is calling me - a literal one, that is, as in where I work. Feel free to visit and get your free lollipop sample. ;)
Looking forward to all the debaucherously good times!
After this year's Gay Days at Disney, your beloved Twink Brigade may need to seriously consider changing its name to the "Mess Brigade". Never have a gang of sloppier, more incoherent drunks wandered the magical walkways of the 'happiest place on earth'... and I think that yours truly might just take the prize for the sloppiest member of the Brigade.
We started our Gay Days with an amazing lunch at the world famous Club 33. This is also where we started our drinking, as each member of the brigade had at least 2 cocktails with lunch. Afterwards we headed straight to the parking lot to gather our supplies. Alcoholist came prepared with a giant camel-back filled with the deadliest Mai Tai I've ever tasted. With alcohol in hand, we marched to Splash Mountain where SinnerBoi tricked me into sitting in the wettest seat on the ride. Thoroughly drenched and already healthily buzzed, we headed to Ariel's Grotto to... you guessed it.. DRINK! Thanks to the Mai Tai of death, I was already shit-canned by the time we made it to the Grotto. Half the gays in southern California were gathered there and some guy kept buying me shots of Patron, which I clearly did NOT need. I vaguely remember some nice girl giving me a bag of Chex Mix, which I apparantly (from the pictures) tried to eat through the plastic. Then, for whatever reason, I decided to grab a beer off the waiter's tray while he walked by, causing the poor boy to drop the entire tray of drinks. The look of shock on the waiter's face is the last thing I remember before I was chased out of the bar by Disneyland security. That's right-- I'm the idiot who got kicked out of the only bar in Disneyland.
But I was by no means done terrorizing the magic kingdom. While waiting for the rest of the Brigade to finish their drinking, 4 of us went to ride California Screaming. I still don't remember why, but for some reason I decided to accuse the ride operators of being anti-gay to score us a front-of-the-line pass.
Reunited with the rest of the Brigade, we magically appeared at Indiana Jones. I say magically because not a single one of us remember leaving California Adventure and getting back into Disneyland.
The details are fuzzy from there... if I met some of you, I'm happy! If you bought me a shot, you rock! If I spilled one of those shots on you, I'm sorry! And if you are one of the many Disneyland cast members that I offended, injured or angered.. I PROMISE to be on my best behavior next time I visit the Magic Kingdom!
