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[Writing this on the new MacBook, which is almost blindingly shiny and pretty.]
So, we went to Disneyland on Monday. On Sunday we drove out to Anaheim and went to the Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum, which was dark, crowded, and loud. (The earthquake simulator was cool, though!) Then we went back to the hotel, argued about which movie to watch, and decided to read Coraline instead.
On Monday we got up bright and early to go to Disneyland, where we met relatives who were visiting from Hawaii for a soccer tournament. The new submarine ride was opening, but this momentous event didn't seem to have any particular effect on the volume of the crowds there, except for the huge number of people who were standing in front of a rock in Tomorrowland on which a bunch of very official-looking news cameras were set up. I found out that only Splash Mountain does single-rider passes, which made me rather sad as I love single-rider passes. Nevertheless, I ended up spending an hour and a half in the Splash Mountain line with five eight-year-olds who ceaselessly demanded to know the exact number of bumps and drops in each ride, only to end up thoroughly soaked and very, very cold. Oh, and I also discovered the wonder of a Space Mountain Fastpass. Yay for Space Mountain Fastpasses.
I fell asleep on the way home and dreamt of singing snakes and slightly menacing ostriches*. Dad was listening to a Bob Dylan tape and I must have rearranged the lyrics in my sleep because I woke up wondering why he had stopped singing about seatbelts. Disney withdrawal tends to be extremely unsettling.
*they might have been ducks, but either way, oh god I may never ride Splash Mountain again
So, we went to Disneyland on Monday. On Sunday we drove out to Anaheim and went to the Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum, which was dark, crowded, and loud. (The earthquake simulator was cool, though!) Then we went back to the hotel, argued about which movie to watch, and decided to read Coraline instead.
On Monday we got up bright and early to go to Disneyland, where we met relatives who were visiting from Hawaii for a soccer tournament. The new submarine ride was opening, but this momentous event didn't seem to have any particular effect on the volume of the crowds there, except for the huge number of people who were standing in front of a rock in Tomorrowland on which a bunch of very official-looking news cameras were set up. I found out that only Splash Mountain does single-rider passes, which made me rather sad as I love single-rider passes. Nevertheless, I ended up spending an hour and a half in the Splash Mountain line with five eight-year-olds who ceaselessly demanded to know the exact number of bumps and drops in each ride, only to end up thoroughly soaked and very, very cold. Oh, and I also discovered the wonder of a Space Mountain Fastpass. Yay for Space Mountain Fastpasses.
I fell asleep on the way home and dreamt of singing snakes and slightly menacing ostriches*. Dad was listening to a Bob Dylan tape and I must have rearranged the lyrics in my sleep because I woke up wondering why he had stopped singing about seatbelts. Disney withdrawal tends to be extremely unsettling.
*they might have been ducks, but either way, oh god I may never ride Splash Mountain again