Ok I'm curious here.. Everyone I'm sure has had a memorable moment at the mouse shrine where we all pay homage to the icon of tourism, entertainment, and fun. What is yours?
My most memorable moment involved the summer of 1987. I just graduated from high school and went down to the park for some fun before getting ready to go to college. While I was in line for the Matterhorn I noticed this red headed lady walk by me who I thought was a friend of mine from school. I reached out and tapped her as she walked by thinking 'well if this isn't her I'm going to feel very stupid', but as it turns out, it was her. This was her first time at the park and she had just gotten there with her family. Since I knew the park like the back of my hand I gave her a grand tour showing her all the in jokes and histories behind most everything in the park. That night we got on the Mark Twain and were playing tag on it til we got to the bend where the indian villiage is now. We collapsed onto one of the benches on the 3rd deck looking up at the full moon and listening to the music coming from videopolis and the sound of the paddlewheel. It was very romantic. I looked over at her and asked if it was ok if I kissed her. That was our first kiss. A few months later we were engaged. .
The most embarassing moment was a time when I was in line for Splash Mountain with my brother. I was in a pair of shorts leaning up against one of the railings when the line started to move. I stood up and started to go, but I didn't realize there was a nail head that was sticking a bit out from the railing and it had snagged the rear pocket on my pants. I will say this much for whatever company made those shorts.. the pockets were definatly sewed on good because as I started to move the entire rear end of those shorts stayed attached to that pocket. The people behind me started to laugh and I admit that I had to laugh a bit too at this. Fortunatly I had a windbreaker with me so I was able to tie that around my waist to cover my rear (fortunatly I wasn't going commando). After the ride I went over to first aid and asked for a band aid and showed them my shorts. The next thing that happened can only happen in Disneyland. The person in charge there asked what size shorts those were, and then went down to the clothing shop and gave me a new pair of shorts. She then called maintaince and had them go over and fix the nail in the railing and got guest relations to pay for my ruined shorts. Its just too bad that level of customer service declined in the park. To me thats what made it 'Disney'.