Gateway to Hell

I have been to hell and it is a theme park. I had the brilliant plan to spend an day at Disney For Gay Days on Saturday to do some sketching. Terry wanted to come along because she said she could go shopping. When we got to the entrance to Disney's Hollywood Studios. We found out after a cell phone call that we would have to wait an extra hour to get into the park. Terry got annoyed and I took it as an opportunity to sketch.
The line at the guest relations window was always long. Children cried and parents yelled at the kids and each other. "Why are you giving the kids grapes? I told you they were thirsty and all you keep carrying on about is those damn grapes!" "It always has to be about you doesn't it?" The few that got past guest relations then had to face the turnstiles. Above them storm troopers repeated the same tinny recorded dialogue over and over. The troopers made fun of the parents calling them the children's servants and questioning their taste in clothes. They brandished their plastic weapons and threatened to shoot if people didn't move along.
Terry went to Epcot and I followed after I finished this sketch. We were to meet at France. As soon as I got to France it began to pour. I took shelter under the awning to a perfume shop. I sat on my stool and watched an amazing lightning display for the next half hour. I only saw one female couple holding hands and wearing red tee shirts. That was the only hint that it might be gay days at Disney. All the people I saw were anything but gay, they were annoyed, short tempered and wet. That mood quickly soaked into me as well. When Terry met me we decided to get out. As we quickly walked back toward the parking lot, a woman asked me "Would you mind taking our picture?" I shouted out "Yes!" and stormed off. The woman was perplexed.