(The Mighty Kymm--you'll not see nothing like!)


30 December

So yesterday I decided that, since it was still pouring rain, it was the perfect time to go to Disneyland!

So I got into the car, drove through the freaking tsunami to get there, only to find that the only place in Southern California that is not in the middle of a gigantic rainstorm, is Disneyland. In fact, it was bright and sunny. Dammit.

It actually wasn't too crowded, I have certainly seen it much worse, but it wasn't the lovely, deserted Disneyland that I have longed for since the first time that I went in the rain. Had I gone the day before, I'll bet it would have been, but even if I wasn't driving back from Desert Hot Springs, I probably wouldn't have thought of it during the blackout.

(mistletoe)

Anyway, no line was longer than 20 minutes, which is certainly quite do-able, except for Splash Mountain, which not only was the longest line, but didn't actually exist at the end of the line.

It's not my favourite ride, but I had already done all of my favourites, and I do like it, so I just decided to get on the line, even though there was a sign saying that it would take an hour. I figured what the heck, I've been lucky all day with the lines, I have nothing better to do, I want to go on the ride, why not? Of course, I could have gotten a pass for later, but why should I?

Why should I indeed. The second I got up to the front of the line, and seriously, I was about to set foot into the car, the ride broke down. I hung around for awhile, it wasn't fixed, it didn't work, nothing moved, so I left. An hour well-spent. I suppose I could have gotten a pass for later, but decided what the heck.

What I did do was go on Small World and Matterhorn and Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted House and had a nice lunch and got my yearly t-shirt which was much less ugly than last year's t-shirt. Hey, it's Disneyland, it's always the same. I love it, but there aren't a lot of stories to tell.

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I limped home, exhausted and had to go to Erika's party, which was just wrapping up and there was no food left. It was fine, actually, I prefer it with fewer people.

I'm usually fairly miserable and it's too crowded and there isn't anyone to talk to, but this was nice. I'll plan on being late every year!

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(sleeping beauty's castle)

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(line for small world)

(Small World)

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(matterhorn)

(clouds)

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See how rainy it isn't?

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(haunted house)

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(winnie the pooh)

(glass blowers)

(tree)

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(vote for my jones soda label!)

(spray of mistletoe)

Today's horoscope:
Others may complain because your nose is in their business. Find less intrusive ways to be involved. Hang onto your vision while working from the inside. As a welcome member, you'll make a bigger difference.

One year ago today:
Then we went to Victoria's Secret and she got cute boy-cut underwear and I got a pink sparkly beater that fits like a second skin, which is slightly tighter than I would choose, but Mo said that it looked good and besides, it's pink! And sparkly! And as stated above, stone is what I am not made of.

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