WE’RE ON MAIN STREET MAKING FRIENDS WITH MICKEY AND MINNIE: It’s my dad’s 70th birthday, and I wanted one thing to go down: Dad taking his grandson Oliver to Disney World for his first time.

And tomorrow, we’re doing just that.

We’re all down here: Mom, Dad, Sarah, Leah, Jacob, Oliver, Leigh and I. Family stuff. All of us.

Mom and dad took us here a couple times in those early and mid-80s. Good times. Swiss Family Robinson tree house lurking and Epcot logos and It’s A Small World 46 times for my little sister. So thankful for those family vacations. I still remember those bitchin’ EPCOT logos. The best.

Tomorrow, we do it again.

Happy birthday, dad. Thankful to have you as a dad.

And hell, my mom, I can’t even express how glad I am to have her as my mom. Dad’s an animal. My mom, she’s a saint.

I pledge to keep my raving cynicism to a minimum for the sake of the family unit. That is until I see some updated/redesigned/murdered classic logo on shirts and iPod cases or whatever. Argh. Gonna do my best to keep my shit together down here in Florida land.