The Rev­erend Mace at the Church of Space Mountain

I may or may of not been under the influ­ence when I con­ducted my bi-monthly ser­mon on Space Mountain.

Wear­ing a suit increases your accu­racy exponentially.

Although I had some deadly accu­racy on Buzz Lightyear’s Astro Blaster after learn­ing some of the secret tar­gets. Poor Sam Far­rady did not stand a chance against my onslaught.

It seems at Dis­ney all the kids seem to act like adults and all the adults want to ask like kids. Luck­ily they make bev­er­ages and such that help us achieve that lovely child­hood wonder.

But the main event was this:

Cau­tion if you are prone to epilepsy or exces­sive fre­netic danc­ing use cau­tion while watching.

Ghost­land tore it up, rocked the house, and lasered the shit out of the HOB.

Unlike the last time I saw them they played my favorite song the sim­ple yet bril­liant Sil­ver City and an extended ver­sion at that: