Nothing says “dinner with Len Testa” like waking up the next morning in moose boxer shorts.
But actually, this is a story about Disney’s excellent Guest Services. A tidbit here, to convince you to wander on over to StudiosCentral to read more:
The evening could have taken a less enjoyable turn, though, when our waitress inadvertently dropped a full tray of drinks on my shoulder. A hush fell over the restaurant as clinking glasses and ice cubes hit the ground, by way of my back. I was soaked through from neck to knee, on my right side. This could have been a real joy-killer.
But Disney lived up to its Guest Services standards.
And it all wraps up with Yee Haw Bob. How fabulous was my evening?