A Very Merry Unbirthday: A Trip Report (A VERY OVERDUE UPDATE 3/12)
Iím Erin and I am addicted to Disney.
Iím Erin and Iím also addicted to shoes, books, chocolate and French Fries. But that is beside the point.
So back to the point, Iím a Disney addict, as so many of you are, too. And since Iím writing this under Disneyland Trip Reports, it can be assumed that I went to Disneyland and that Iím writing a Trip Report about my trip to Disneyland.
But we all know what happens when one assumes.
Fortunately, this time you all are right and Iím in the right place. I did go to Disneyland and I am here to write a Trip Report about my trip to Disneyland for all of you fellow Disney addicts to immerse yourself in. For some of you, this may mean vacationing vicariously through me, which is totally fine by me because I do that more often than I would like to admit. For others, this may mean that youíre procrastinating from work, or homework, or even picking your kids up from various locations. I understand! I, too, do this when Iím procrastinating (just not from picking up my kids. Because I donít have kids).
So, as stated before, Iím Erin. And this is my Trip Report. I have been known to write in fragments. With lots of random and misused parentheses (what can I say, I like parentheses). I also like semi-colons; that is what you get when you are in college writing classes (strange affinities for punctuation). So, if any of these things bother you, I suggest continuing reading, because hey, youíre procrastinating, right?
Anyway, youíre here to read about my trip and read about my trip you will (you see, Iím just not sure how to start this thing so Iím procrastinating). So I may as well just dive into it before I continue to ramble on and on.
Iíve written a Trip Report before (you can read it here) and it got a fair number of responders and readers (whom I greatly enjoyed!). Last time I tried to go into great detail, and donít get me wrong, I LOVE detail, but this time I thought Iíd try it again, with maybe a little less detail on some things (like the minuscule details. For example, how long it took to walk from the exit of BTMRR to Conestoga Wagons for McDonaldís French FriesÖwhich I just found out isnít there anymore!).
My last trip to Disneyland was in May of 2007 for the Pirate of the Caribbean 3 Premiere (completely awesome!) with an amazing group of people, most affectionately called (by me) The Sarcastics. Actually I take that back, I went to Grad Night a week after that, but that was different. So in 2007 I was a senior in high school and a lot has changed since then, but not my addiction to everything Disney. Iíve been pining to go and for my 19th birthday this last September I got from my parents a trip for 2 to Disneyland for 3 days with a 2 night stay in a hotel. Naturally I was ecstatic! I immediately knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to go on another trip with The Sarcastics. But this time, since my gift was for me and one other person, I was told by my mom that I could take a friend (the other person) and she would pay for herself. There was no question in my mind who I was going to take Ė Jess of course!
At this point, you all are sitting in front of your computers with complete confusion on your faces. Who the HECK are these people she is referring to? The Sarcastics? Jess? Shoot, who is SHE?
MEET THE SARCASTICS!
*Please note: this picture was taken two years ago!*
Erin (me) Ė Iím a 19 year old student at a university in San Diego, which is an amazing city! I love it! Anyway, last time you read about moi, I was a 17 year old high school senior with braces and a lower jaw that stuck out and frizzy/curly-hair-that-I-forced-to-be-straight that I was always battling with. Shortly after my last Trip Report, things happened and the braces are now gone, as is the sticky-outy jaw, due to some amazingly fun jaw surgery! Woohoo!! (That was sarcasm, people. Get used to it. We ARE The Sarcastics. Anyway, jaw surgery changed me for the better and that sounds lame but itís true). The hair is still the same, but Iíve managed to come to some understanding of how it works (against me, usually). Iím a Disney addict all the way and just finished reading the Disneyland Encyclopedia for fun. I love princesses and Pirates and dream to be Cinderella one day.
Since this is MY report, I get two pictures:
Carol Ė my mom. She is a preschool teacher and swim coach (for my rival high schoolÖof ALL the placesÖ). She is fun and energetic and a morning person. On every trip, she makes sure we learn something. She is the Mom everyone wants to have and I love her for it. Weíre very close and I canít imagine going to Disneyland without her.
From out last trip in 2007:
Lisa Ė my momís friend (actually sheís a family friend). She is the source of my Disney obsession. Without her, you wouldnít be reading this today. She is the Disney Queen Extraordinaire. If you have a question about anything Disney, ask her. She always makes a minute by minute Plan for our trips and I donít know what weíd do without her. Sheís sarcastic and smart and a kind person. She may be joining us in this little conversationÖweíll see.
Also from our last trip:
Kailyn Ė Lisaís 12 year old daughter, who is not the little girl she was two years ago. Sheís a teenager now. Sheís into drama (theater drama, I mean. Although teenager drama works too) and is a pleasure to be around (to me at least, Lisa might argue differently). Kailyn is smart and sarcastic like her mother and a nice girl. I used to coach her in swimming and she was always one of my favorites (shh! Donít tell anyone else I had a favorite!) because she was nice and funny and smart and could carry on an intelligent conversation. Iíve known Kailyn since she was five or six and I cannot believe she is twelve already! Where does the time go??
So, there are The Sarcastics for you. NOW, youíre going, ďokay, she explained who The Sarcastics are, but who is Jess? Iím still confused!Ē Not to worry, not to worry.
The fifth person on this trip is my best friend, Jess. Iíve known Jess for almost 13 years now. We met when we were seven on the swim team, instantly clicked, and have been friends ever since. We never went to school together and still donít, but every single opportunity we get, we see each other or talk to each other or communicate in some way. Jess is the sweetest, nicest person youíll ever meet. We are polar opposites, but identical. You know how sometimes even the best of friends have their issues? Yeah, that is not us. We just ďgetĒ each other. Sheís hard to explain simply because there is so much good stuff to say that I canít fit it all in without everyone who reading this right now leaving me for some other Trip Report that is less boring and less Jess-worshiping than mine.
This picture was actually taken in 2007, but it is the only picture I have of her on my computer!!!
A sixth person was recently added to this trip and that person would be Megan. Megan is Kailynís friend and I really donít know her from a hole in the ground. Kailyn had asked if she could bring a friend, since I was, and she picked Megan, who is also 12. So that is pretty much all I know about her. Iím SURE Iíll get to know more during the trip.
(Please see the "NOW" picture of Kailyn, above, to see Megan - she's the blond one)
So, to recap:
1. I got a trip to Disneyland for my birthday
2. I invited Jess to go with me
3. The Sarcastics are also going so there will be 6 of us, including two 12 year olds.
*A look back on being 12: I remember the days of being 12 Ė you think you are so cool yet not cool enough because you arenít a teenager yet. Youíre moody and sassy and have an attitude and nothing in the world is happy because youíre 12. Nobody is nearly as smart as you are, especially your mother. And youíre right smack dab in the middle of a clothing trend (it is apparently currently Hollister/Abercrombie/American Eagle but back when I was 12 it was Hurley/Roxy/Billabong/etc.). Apparently these days 12 year olds have cell phones and theyíre constantly texting (wait, that isnít so different from a 19 year oldÖ). Your phone is glued to your hand, fingers frantically typing away so you can keep in contact with your peeps. And youíre completely incapable of functioning whatsoever without your phone. You are also hyper and annoying and grumpy and move between these as fast as lightning. Basically youíre crazy, due to all the hormones raging inside. *sigh* I have fond memories of being 12.
Now, the issue we had was when to go. None of us could miss things (My mom and Lisa had some silly little thing called work, and Jess, Kailyn and I had school, which sucks all the fun out of everything). Our first projected date was over New Yearís. Yeah, that didnít happen. Too crowded or something. Jury duty for some of us may have had some affect on it too. Next was over Martin Luther King, Jr. day in January. Nah, I happened to have 3 midterms that week after. What about Spring Break (MY Spring Break, that is, because the world revolves around me, right?)? Um, no. This is getting very disappointing to be honest; getting my hopes up and then letting them fall to the ground like a brick. Okay, so during my spring break (when we WERENíT at Disneyland), The Sarcastics had a little pow-wow (Jess was MIA as she was still at school in LA and Megan hadnít been invited yet) and we decided on the end of May (the weekend after Memorial Day weekend to be exact, May 29-31). I text messaged Jess (because teenagers these days avoid talking on the phone at all costs) and by golly, it worked for her! WOO HOO!!!!
Weíre going to DISNEYLAND!!!!
I am subscribing! You have a wonderful gift for words. I AM a procrastinator and I am also addicted to books, chocolate and french fries! (shoes, not so much)
We are (hopefully) going to DL in August. My 3 daughters and I. They are 17, 13 and 9. Leaving dad at home this trip.:rolleyes1
Looking forward to more...........
I'm in. I'm also a teenager addicted to Disneyland.
Joining in for the report! :)
So, I last left off with introductions and dates and the background of this little adventure. This time, I’m going to review The Sarcastics last trip. A trip down Memory Lane if you will…
The Sarcastics have some rules. These rules are very important and are our Three Commandments that we live by while on these Disneyland adventures. The Three Commandments are as follows:
1) NO MEN! NO EXCEPTIONS! Men, especially the men in our families, just cause all sorts of complications when traveling (My dad turns in to Grumpy when on a Disneyland vacation. Apparently Mr. Lisa does too). And it's obvious - Girls Rule, Dogs Drool.
2) No whining - this is in direct accordance with rule #1.
3) Eat as much crap (whatever you want, whenever you want, as much as you want) as humanly possible without throwing up.
As Lisa put in our plan, “our meals are on the fly…or on the fry as my daughter Kailyn would have it. It shall be deemed a weekend of sugar, fat and salt. I herby decree. The best combination will of course be fat rolled in sugar with a touch of salt and chocolate dipping sauce! Or caramel…whichever you prefer.”
The Three Commandments are strictly enforced and anyone who disobeys is fiercely punished. An example of said punishment is instead of eating, say, a warm, soft, golden brown cinnamon roll from the Blue Ribbon Bakery covered with hot icing dripping down the sides (is anyone else’s mouth watering? anybody else craving a cinnamon roll?), you get celery. With no dipping sauce. Or peanut butter. Or cream cheese. Nothing. Just celery. Yeah, that’s right. Something healthy. Eww.
I’m not going to go into full detail of the last trip because that would be silly as I have already written a Trip Report (which you can read here). So I’m just going to do a short and sweet recap:
1. We left Thursday afternoon and sat in traffic for 2 extra hours
2. We went to Disneyland on Friday
3. We sat in line for 18 hours on Main Street on Saturday for the Pirates 3 Premiere
4. We did both parks on Sunday and then went home
Was that short and sweet enough for ya?
Since I’m briefly talking about our last trip, why not give some pictures to satisfy your need:
The plan for this trip is a little more complicated. You see, the participants of this trip are located in 2 different places – me in San Diego and the rest in the Central Valley (approximately 3.5 hours north of Disneyland). And some (not to mention any names…Kailyn) have these silly little tests called final exams (honestly, I don’t remember finals being so difficult in 7th grade) that apparently she can’t miss. So, I’m going to do my best to explain this clearly:
First, we are going (actually, we’ve gone already, obviously) May 29-31, which is a Friday-Sunday. My mom, Jess and myself are buying 2 day park-hoppers and upgrading to the Southern California AP’s on Saturday night so we can go to the parks on Sunday. Lisa & Kailyn have AP’s so they’ll just need to buy a block-out ticket on Saturday and Megan, I believe, is buying a 3 day park hopper. We’re staying at the Ramada Inn-At the Park Friday and Saturday night. We usually like to stay at the Candy Cane Inn but since we need two rooms this time, we decided to go with a cheaper hotel (and let me tell you, you get what you pay for…more on this later).
I am driving up from San Diego early Friday morning and meeting my mom and Jess at our hotel. Lisa and the 12-year-olds are leaving after their final and meeting us in the park when they get there – probably (rather, HOPEFULLY) around 2:30ish.
The park opens at 9:00 on Friday due to a Grad Night the night before and we were instructed by Lisa to get there for the opening of the park. That entails my mom and Jess leaving around 3:30am in order to avoid LA traffic and me leaving around 5:30am in order to avoid San Diego AND LA traffic. So, we’ll meet up at the hotel hopefully around 7:00 or 7:30, check into our hotel, park our cars there and then head on over to the park for the rope drop.
The plan for Friday is to follow The Plan (not to be confused with “the plan”, which is simply the general, loose outline for the day, where The Plan is the strict, minute by minute written out guide for the day) and do Disneyland all day. Lisa and the girls will meet us at Disneyland early afternoon and at that point we’ll let Lisa take over. We have reservations for dinner at Cafť Orleans, which I’m super excited about, but other than that we’ll just wing it when it comes to food. Oh, and it is very very important for me to procure a Birthday Button. As this whole trip is happening because of Me and My Birthday (well, Unbirthday at this point!!! Shall we sing???
…A Very Merry Unbirthday to you.
A Very Merry Unbirthday to you.
Now blow your candles out my dear and make your with come truuuuue!
A Very Merry Unbirthday…..tooooooo you!!!!!!).
The plan for Saturday is:
Disneyland from opening until DCA opens – collect FP for later
DCA most of the day
Back to Disneyland – use FP from earlier, watch fireworks(?), upgrade to AP’s and then back to hotel
The plan for Sunday is:
Disneyland from opening until we leave to go back to our respectful places.
*A look back on being 12: 12-year-olds always travel in packs. Everywhere. All the time. You can’t function without having 8 of your closest friends with you. This is especially important when going to the restroom. You do NOT go alone (and somehow that rule still kind of applies when you get older too). Anyway, when you’re 12 you always want a friend to go with you. Everywhere. To talk to a teacher, to the mall, on vacation, to the restroom…you name the location, there will always be another 12 year old accompanying you. This kind of makes it difficult to talk to a member of the opposite gender. Because not only do YOU have YOUR swarm, but THEY have THEIRS. And when you do happen to get them alone, there are two groups of packs watching. Very closely watching. Anyway, I remember, very clearly, when I was 12 – there was a group of 4 of us on the swim team and we were basically inseparable (it is interesting now that the only one I talk to any more is Jess). Anyway, all of our families planned on going over to Morro Bay together. I just remember the chaos. There were like 15 children between all the families and we were loud and obnoxious and it was so much fun. You could hear the pack of us coming from blocks away. We all bought Hurley or Roxy sweatshirts and all wore them at the same time. And we all went to the San Luis Obispo street fair. It was a blast. So basically, if you see a group of youngish kids – they’re most likely 12.
Next up: Preparation for the trip!!!! You HAVE to make matching shirts, right?
LOVE the shirts from the previous trip!
I'm subscribing. Love all the intro and you are so lucky to live in San Diego (well you're lucky to live in the states full stop :worship:) i have never been to SD going for the first time in september but it just looks like such a nice place.
Can't wait to read more, plus everytime i come and read your posts on here i get to drool over the pics in your sig of Chad michael murrey & Kris Allen :rotfl:
Can't wait to see more!
You should check out my TR too. Let me know what you think!
IT'S PARTY TIME!!! A planning/preparation party that is :thumbsup2
Okie dokie, so the date has been set, the hotel picked (The Ramada Inn-At the Park) and reserved (two rooms, next to each other), and even the kind of ticket chosen (not purchased, because Lisa wonít let us buy the park hoppers yet and we all know Lisa is in charge here). In the time since the dates were chosen and Memorial Day Weekend (remember, weíre going the weekend after Memorial Day Weekend), when Iíd be home so we could make our matching shirts, Lisa was kind of relentless about the dates we had chosen. You see, all spring ticket deals ended the week before we were going and all new summer ticket deals started the next weekend so we were left paying full price. Fabulous, right? But the dates were set and this was the only weekend that I could really go (and this is all about me, of course) because finals week was the week after the next weekend after the dates we picked (got that?) so we werenít giving in to dear Disney Queen Extraordinaire Lisa.
ANYWAY, we were all meeting up to make our shirts for the Saturday weíd be at the park. My mom and I had decided that we should tie dye Mickey heads on our shirts. When I was home for spring break in March, we did a trial run and it came out really cute, so we got all of the necessary materials and were ready to tie dye!
So the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend we were all meeting at my house to do this little project. We had the shirts and they were washed and ready to be tied. We needed gloves so as to not get dye all over our hands and we also needed string with which to tie the shirts (hence the TIE dye). I called Lisa and asked her to pick up the gloves (just like cheap, latex glovesÖlike what you use in a hospital). She said she would and that she might be a little late. I realized that we didnít have any string so I went to get that. I went to the grocery store and they didnít have string. I went to another grocery store and THEY didnít have string. I went to Kmart and THEY DIDNíT HAVE STRING EITHER. So 3 stores later and still no string, my mom calls me and says that Jess is at our house. So, having not seen her since, like, February (that is like a really long time to not see your best friend, you know?), so I really have no choice but to go by my house and pick her up to go with me to FIND A STORE THAT SELLS STRING. Seriously, finding a store that sells string is like looking for a Hidden Mickey in the Matterhorn (alright alright, I must confess, I donít know if finding a Hidden Mickey in the Matterhorn is difficult, having never attempted it. Shoot, does a Hidden Mickey even exist in the Matterhorn?). So back to the story Ė I FINALLY OBTAINED THE STRING! I had to go to a hardware store in order to do so, but I GOT THE STRING.
I think it is kind of sad that my joy in life comes from finding a store that sells string.
When we get back to my house, Lisa is still not there (and it is clearly way past the time we were supposed to meet) so my mom, Jess and I get the dye ready. And we're each wearing our Mickey ears because we HAVE to get into the mood. Right?
Finally, Lisa arrives with the gloves. And the 12-year-olds.
Ok, let me rephrase. She arrives with ONE pair of gloves. And the 12-year-olds.
This is the first time any of us (us meaning me, Jess and my mom) have met Megan. She was very quiet. Probably because she was with me, Jess, my mom, Lisa and Kailyn. If you havenít picked up on it already, weíre all a little overbearing. Maybe a little intimidating. Just maybe. We are all a little bit too comfortable around each other. And it could be possible that those amazingly good looking, smart, sarcastic 19-year-olds are intimidating. Or not. Heh heh.
*A look back on being 12: 12-year-olds can be very shy in the presence of older teenagers. Iím pretty sure that this is due to the fact that many times, 12Ėyear-olds think that these older teenagers are judging them, when in reality we arenít! Too much, at least. But then again, please note that I said that 12-year-olds *CAN* be very shy. Can. They may be shy at first. But then they warm up to you. And the quiet, sweet, innocent 12-year-old is no longer. Now youíve got a hyper, loud, obnoxious 12-year-old. But what would we do without them, huh? The world would be a much more boring, peaceful place if 12-year-olds didnít exist. WE LOVE 12-YEAR-OLDS.
Apparently I wasnít clear enough when I asked Lisa to get gloveS. Plural. So we sent her back to the store. And she came back with 12 pairs of gloves. Nice work Lisa!
Anyway, we congregate in the living room to tie our shirts. We all tied our shirts differently so that each shirt is unique. The only requirement for making the shirts was that you had to have a large Mickey head on the front.
So here we are, tying and chatting and laughing, and probably arguing.
Can you FEEL the death stare?
We all think that Kailyn looks like Violet from The Incredibles. She certainly has got the "I hate the world" look down, don't you think so?
Jess and I worked as a team and became tie dyeing tying masters. For all you potential tie dyers out there, let me just say that the secret to making a very cool tie dyed shirt (or article of cloth of your choice) is tying the string super tight. The tighter, the better.
Anyway, Kailyn and Megan were being 12 and working on tying their shirts and doing a hand game which kept popping up all throughout the trip and was contagious too. Those darn hand slappy games.
We finally get all out shirts tied and ready to dye so we move outside on the grass to where everything is set up:
Something about speaking softly and carrying a big stick...
Proof of the hand slappy-ing going on
Such diligent little workers, no? This reminds me of a song:
"We dye dye dye dye dye dye dye on the lawn the whole day through,
To dye dye dye dye dye dye dye is what we like to do,
It ain't no trick
To look good quick,
If you dye dye dye with a bottle or a stick,
On the lawn (on the lawn)
On the lawn (on the lawn)
Where shirts are dyed
We dye dye dye dye dye dye dye from early morn till night,
We dye dye dye dye dye dye dye every shirt in sight!
Hi Ho, Hi Ho,
it's off to dye we go
Continuing with pictures:
So there isnít much more to tell about this adventure except that the shirts turned out amazingly cool. And that I donít have any good pictures of all the shirts (I know, shame on me). Oh, and the hand slapping continued until everyone left.
These are pictures of the left over dye that was collected in buckets so as not to get onto our shirts in places we didnít want dye to be. I thought it looked kinda cool:
Oh, and one more of me and Jess.
*WARNING: there are a LOT of self-portraits of me and Jess throughout the entire trip. It's because we're so good looking...:lmao:*
Up next: DAY 1! WEíRE AT DISNEYLAND! ITíS DAY ONE OF MY UNBIRTHDAY!!
I loved your last trip report & can't wait to hear more popcorn::
Great trip report! The tie-dying looks fun. :)
So, I last left off, umÖÖoh yes, IíM GOING TO DISNEYLAND IN A WEEK!
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!
Our way cool tie dyed shirts were made and ready to go. Memorial Day weekend was almost over and I had to go back to school so I needed to get everything at home that I needed for Disneyland (that I didnít have with me at school) ready. I was leaving my shirt with my mom to bring with her. I packed my ears and took my spending money (now, I donít recommend carrying hundreds of dollars in your wallet on an everyday baseÖyour wallet gets a little bulky) and was off to San Diego.
Now I only had to endure 3 days of classes and work until I WAS FREE.
That week seemed to drag on FOR-E-VER. Jess and I kept texting each other Ė 3 more days, 2 more days, 12 more hoursÖ
I canít remember if Iíve already explained what is happening here and honestly Iím too lazy to check if I have or not so Iím going to say it again. And chances are that you people have forgotten anyway.
So here goes:
Jess is spending the night at my house so she and my mom can leave well before the crack of dawn (3:30 am to be exact) on Friday morning. I am leaving San Diego at approximately 5:30 am and am meeting my mom and Jess at our hotel at approximately 7:00-7:30ish. We're all hoping that we'll avoid traffic. Iím hoping that I wonít get there before them because that means that Iíll have to wait, by myself, until they arrive and I'm not good at occupying myself. I can just picture me sitting in the lobby of the hotel, twiddling my thumbs, the hotel employees behind the check in counter leaning over to one another, whispering things about my ears. My Mickey ears, that is. Because what other ears would I be referring to? Huh?
Okaaayyyy, continuing with my story:
The night before, aka Thursday, May 28, aka one more sleep
I can hardly contain my excitement all day. I finally get done with classes and work and somehow it ends up being nighttime and Iím starting to pack. I end up talking on the phone with Jess for a bit (because neither of us can hardly contain ourselves). And then I talk to my mom. And then Jess again. Oh, then my mom. Jeez people! I need to pack! I was fortunate enough to get a parking spot close to my apartment so I easily load as much of my stuff in my car that night Ė who knew 3 days of being gone could warrant so much stuff?!?!? I end up going to bed around 11:00, which isnít too bad considering I donít have to get up until 4:30 where my mom and Jess are getting up at 2:30. Ew Ė 2:30.
At about 11:30, Iím still not asleep and I sit up with a jolt Ė THE TICKETS. My mom is in charge of them and I certainly donít want her to forget them! Iím such a huge worry wart. I seriously worry about everything. I text Jess and she immediately texts back, assuring me that the tickets are packed and will be there. Whew!
I have no idea exactly how much I actually slept that night, but I know it wasnít much. At one point I was lying on my back, looking at the ceiling with a huge grin on my face because I knew that in approximately 6 hours I would be in my Happy Place.
Finally, my alarm goes off and I hop out of bed, which is very unusual for me because I am known for setting my alarm at a random time some 30 minutes BEFORE I actually need to and do get up so I can pretend that I am sleeping in. So Iím up and ready to go at about 5:00. Jess calls me and lets me know their location. I manage to do some fuzzy calculations of my approximate departure time so that I get there around the same time as they do. I grab something to eat, take the rest of my stuff down to my car, plug in my iPod (making sure that my Disney playlist is on) and Iím off. To get gas that is. It is a moist morning Ė clouds in the sky, mist hanging around like an annoying little sibling. This is NOT good news for my hair.
I get gas and NOW Iím off. I canít help but smile. And giggle. And belt out Disney songs at the top of my lungs. Which isnít pretty, let me tell you.
The weather is acting very strange this morning. At one point during the 80 mile journey up I-5 it is raining. But I donít care. Iím going to Disneyland.
I get close to my exit and all of a sudden I hear "Under the Sea" and "Under the Sea" is not the song that is playing so it must be my phone! It is Jess calling, wondering where I am in relation to the hotel. I tell her Iím about 2 exits away and then my mom starts chatting away in the background. Like I can hear her. And like I have nary a care in the world let alone trying to navigate one of the busiest freeways in the state. I finally say Iím about to exit and I have to go. Jess responds, ďOH, weíre about to exit too!Ē
So I exit and proceed along. Still with a goofy grin on my face. As Iím stopped at a red light, I see a very familiar car at the next signal. THAT IS MY MOMíS CAR!!!
I pull up next to them and they wave. I canít believe that we arrived at the exact same time! THE EXACT SAME TIME!!! Freaky.
(I really can't get over the fact that we arrived at the same time. I am still in awe of this)
Man, Iím good. My fuzzy calculations are dead on. Go me! Because this story is about me. And the world revolves around me.
Iím vain, what can I say?
We pull in to the hotel parking lot (Oh the grandeur of the Ramada Inn!) and all jump out of the car and embrace like we havenít seen each other in a week. Iím still giggling. And smiling.
My mom checks us in. Our room isnít ready (duh, itís only 7:15 am) but we get our parking passes and all the other paper work done and move the cars to over by our room.
We spend a good amount of time in the parking lot. Mainly laughing and organizing and taking ridiculously fun, ridiculous pictures:
And then it hits. You had to have known this was coming if you read my last trip report. You see, my mother has a problem. Everytime we go to Disneyland she must use every bathroom in the park. Itís weird. And annoying. And time consuming. And here we are, in the parking lot of the HOTEL (not even at the park yet) and she announces that she needs to use the facilities. Great. Wonderful. Spectacular.
So we go in search of a bathroom. And somehow she manages to get something all over her leg. And then she tried to get it off. And this was the result:
So NOW weíre off! Off to Disneyland! My Happy Place. The One and Only.
Some more pictures:
THE backpack - everyone has one, no?
Our lovely hotel...not.
Up next: Iíve spent 4 long ďchaptersĒ yapping about stuff and Iím not even in the park yet!
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