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Happily Ever After

What comes after The End? A café for coffee and small talk? We all cram into the Fairy Godmother’s two-door magical pumpkin, which is rotting from the inside out. Grumpy and Dopey are the only dwarves that file in, because apparently all the others decided it was time to get paid for their house cleaning.

The small conference room is depressingly decorated. The reunions seem to get worse every time. Where’s Belle? The Beast is over by the punch. Poor guy can’t seem to stand straight, drowning in liquid from his small silver bottle, trying to forget that Belle went back to Gaston.

Is it really happiness that comes after, “ever after?” Or is that just a narcotic for sleep-aid?

I see Maleficent decided to come, heard even she feels bad for sleeping beauty who went back to sleeping once “Prince” Phillip decided he wasn’t the marriage type.

Iago looks depressed. Been that way since the law caught up to Aladdin. Unfortunately Jasmine was left with a kid in each arm, while Genie’s hooked on Tinkerbell’s pixie dust, and Abu is peeking through one of these windows trying to catch a glimpse of what once was.

I probably shouldn’t have come. But I have to wait for her. I still have that glass slipper she left in my apartment two months ago. When John Smith asks me about Cinderella reality comes flooding back.

This isn’t a reunion. It’s a support group.