I have a theory (actually, I have many, hence the quantifying nature of this post's title), and it goes like this:
"Everyone's a Kid in Disneyland."
Here's what the hell it means: I don't care if you're a CEO of a Fortune 500 company, a resident of an Oklahoma trailer park, a visitor from New Guinea or the guitarist for an emo band--when you're in Disneyland, you are equal. You may marvel at different things and at different degrees, but you marvel nonetheless. You can resume your hierarchal identities and self-importance outside the gates, but inside 'em, you are one homogeneous mass of wide-eyed, open-mouthed, finger-pointing goofballs.
And there's nothing wrong with that. That's what Surprise does to us. Cause and effect. Hallelujah!
The point of all this relates to the date of this post--October 31. Hallowe'en.
That's when many offices, schools and other edifices that gather people together become Disneyland...for a day, at least. Too bad you can't be here at Airborne Entertainment and hear the squeals as countless employees come through the door in various stages of costume. We are all one mass of goof. The bald guy's wearing a wig (he's at the extreme left in the photo below); the demure woman is in a karate outfit, the CFO is dressed like a witch, my partner is in Pimp garb, the new kid is in a honeybear costume (well, at least that's what I think it is), and so on. Some people go against the grain of their personalities, others further exploit their stereotypes. No matter what, the Surprise and delight as each Airborner makes his or her grand appearance is a blast.
We'll wait until next year to do it all again, but the element of Surprise is sending waves of pleasure throughout the 7th floor of 3575 St. Laurent.
Somewhere, perhaps somewhere very cold, Uncle Walt is smiling.