I am too tired to dump our pix from the past two days, but here's a funny story from our Epcot adventure today, related to my crabby commentary on the Modest Christians.
We were waiting in line for what seemed like forever, slowly wending our way around walkways that bore an interesting resemblence to slaughterhouse ramps. But anyway, ahead of us was a Modest Christian Family. Well, the women were -- the standard long skirt/knee socks/long hair uniform. Pater familias, however, was clad in skin-tight Dockers that created, shall we say, an extreme buttock silhouette visible even in the dim light of the hallway. Fellow Traveler leaned over and whispered, "Don't look now, but I can see Mr. Modest's thong underwear." Eeuwww.
Note to Modest Dad: No one really wants to see your ass cheeks on Disney property, except maybe the baboons in the Animal Kingdom.