Piecemeal

This weekend must be given in piecemeal because it's just too much for any one human being to stomach in a single reading. I would hate to bore everyone to tears, and if I do, sorry. I'm still a little under the weather.

After a raging Friday evening with EC and his friends (that gets to be a whole different story), I got my lazy butt up at the crack of dawn (aka: 8:30 am) Saturday morning to join the BB's + 1 (our other friend) to hit up California Adventure (Disneyland's sister park). A 32-ounce coffee kept my eyes open for the first half of the day and the nauseating rides kept them open for the second half. I was actually really impressed with the park. Short lines - awesome rides (mostly for adults) - and not too expensive. A+ in my book as far as theme parks go. Of course, the last theme park I went to was in high school in Buffalo, but, who's counting.

I was fairly amazed, though, at the Mickey cult action that goes on within the park goers. I remember being in 6th grade and my parents took us to DisneyWORLD (Florida - not California). When we were leaving, my parents bought me ears and a sweatshirt. Makes sense. You purchase when you're at the attraction. Much like purchasing a tee-shirt at a concert. Or a magnet on vacation.

But these people at Disneyland/Cali Adventure were TOTALLY dudded out in Mickey/Goofy/Donald Duck garb BEFORE entering the park. They actually woke up in the morning and dressed themselves in their Mickey garb to, I guess, blend in at the park? Not look like a tourist? Not quite sure. All I know is that we were all in teeshirts and jeans with no Mickey Mouse fanny packs, iron-ons or backpacks and we stood out. But that's ok. We like to stand out.

We had a great time. Made ourselves sick on the rides, drank beer (they serve it at Cali Adventure!), ate giant bad-for-you cheeseburgers, people watched and walked about 6 million miles (which really amazes me because there were a couple groups of young Asian women there in stiletto heels - not a generalization - just an observation - bet they had some serious blisters Saturday night). We even got our pictures taken on two of the rollercoaster rides and the one ride on the Tower of Terror. As always, I figured out where the camera was and had to be a ham. Good times.