Now that we live in Montana, our opportunities to enjoy some Disney magic in our hometown are few and far between. We can no longer go to the World of Disney in Manhattan on a whim, nor do we have great revival theaters that play the classics from time to time. Pixar Studios re-released a lot of its movies to AMC theaters on Memorial Day weekend, but the nearest AMC to us is probably hundreds of miles away. The one tiny mall in our city doesn’t even have a Disney store.
Often when we need a Disney fix, we just pop in a DVD or listen to park music at UAB Magic. We also subscribe to several blogs and post frequently on various Disney-dedicated message boards. But when I saw that Disney on Ice would be coming to our city about a month after we moved here, I suggested we go (read: I begged Danny to take me). I had been to Disney on Ice a couple times as a little girl with my family. Danny had never been and thus, didn’t know what to expect. This was probably lucky for me, as I’m sure I’ll never get him to make the same mistake again. He’s not a fan of ice skating, has no particular affinity for costumed Disney characters, and doesn’t enjoy live Disney shows with low production value (“Voyage of the Little Mermaid” at Disney’s Hollywood Studios, I’m talking about you).