You may remember that earlier this year, I accompanied my four year old goddaughter Amelia May to a Disney on Ice show. It was all about PRINCESSES. And it is apparently as addictive as crack cocaine. Because the next time the Disney gang showed up in our town with their skates, we were on the horn to Ticket Master immediately. Apparently Uncle Walt sends an ice show to major metropolitan areas about four times a year. So if you have a princess in training, mark your calendar. We had a little trepidation as this season’s show, Passport to Adventure, didn’t seem quite so heavy on princesses. But we were ready to expand our horizons. Peter Pan and the Lion King seemed a fair trade for a few less princesses. And we were still promised Ariel the Little Mermaid.
Turns out we shouldn’t have worried that we wouldn’t get enough princesses on this outing. But first we had to fill up on spaghetti and bread and “danilla” ice cream.
As I said, we didn’t need to worry about getting our Princess Quota. As we started walking the half mile from the restaurant to the HP Pavilion, we joined a stream of little Princesses. It didn’t matter that Amelia had chosen a Minnie Mouse dress instead of one of her many princess dresses. She’s still a princess and a princess always recognizes another princess.
And the show? Well, it was everything promised and more.
You may scoff. And yes, Uncle Walt is reaching out from the grave to separate you from your money. But who cares? When you can’t get excited about princesses and pirates and saving fairies and mermaids, you’ve got bigger problems than scraping up the bucks for Disney on Ice.
So when Uncle Walt’s show skates back into town in a few months, we’ll be in line buying front row seats.