On Becoming A D23 Member (Or...How Nat Official Deemed Me A Disney Nerd)
This thing came in the mail last week. It is real. Not a joke thing like the Little Lebowski Urban Achievers certificate that hangs on my office wall.
It is a big (bigger than 8.5x11" piece of paper) and printed on thick/glossy card stock. Yeah...you read it right. I'm now a member of the official Disney fan Club called D23. In fact...you could say I'm a 'card-carrying' member. Because...they also mailed me a member card. I'll post that photo some other time.
This was a gift from Nat. And...a good one at that.
I'm clearly a "Disney Dad" and if you spend anytime with me around my girls know...we do, indeed, talk A LOT of Disney. We even have a trip planned for later this Spring (and I'm trying to convince Nat that we need to go to Disneyland to celebrate the park's 60th birthday...). But...fan club?
Have I crossed the line? I'm not sure. But...I also...don't care. I'm now officially out of the Disney fan closet. I adore the place. I read the message boards. I buy pins to trade with my girls at the parks. I am a fanboy.
But...I am not an animal....