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I forgot to mention this in my last post...when I went to my locker on Saturday at the end of the night, sweaty and dead tired and hurting all over, I found a little card right in the center of my locker. Not near the edge, where it might have fallen in from another locker, but right in the center, as though it had been placed. It's worn cardstock with blue letters...a fortune from Esmeralda in the Penny Arcade.

"ESMARALDA'S PROPHECIES"

"There is very little that I can tell you, because you are so good. You have a great gentleness, and pure moral principles, a merciful affectionate and constant heart, slightly melancholy. Inventive genius of mechanical arts, are independent and have very little patience with conventional ways of living. Lover of music, very changeable in opinion. After middle age you will inherit a fortune, which you will have to defend in court.

"I predict that you will have great success in life, in general, very small changes in your daily routine are necessary to bring you to the top of the ladder.

"One of your lucky numbers is 4

"Drop another coin the the slot and I will tell you more."
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I took a few days off to visit the Park for my birthday, just before Labor Day. Got some pics to prove it. Unfortunately, I also caught the DisneyCold, so my journalling is not going to be up to scratch. I'll try to remember the highlights, though. More pics in my ScrapBook.



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A few pics from my trip to DL in April are now up in my Gallery.

Oh. MAN.

Dec. 25th, 2005 02:09 pm
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I have to thank [livejournal.com profile] aerogoddes RIGHT NOW.

When we went to Disneyland two weeks ago, we oohed and aahed over the latest Robert Olszewski minature that was released that weekend. He does these amazing tiny, detailed minatures of Park scenes and movie scenes that we scrutinze every time we go. (for example: http://www.pewterkingdom.com/SnowWhite/SnowWhiteOlszewskiFairestOneOfAll.jpg)

He started doing minatures of the Park buildings a year or two ago. He did the Castle first, and Jon and I both fell in love with it. Tiny swans in the moat! Tiny murals inside the corridor! A teensy Phillip and Aurora statue inside the courtyard!

When we were at the Park, we noticed the Disneyana shop had set up a huge Main Street display on the sidewalk and wandered over to peek. Many of the Main Street building have been released, as well as a tiny marching band, a churro cart, and other atmosphere pieces, and the whole deal had a train running around it. When removed from their bases, the buildings fit together like a huge puzzle, and nearly everything is lit. After we'd admired the setup for a while, we heard the artist himself was inside the store signing that weekend's release. We wandered inside to see. Besides the new piece, he'd brought a mockup of one of the next pieces: Peter Pan's Flight. It was made out of cardboard, the facade printed on, and a masking tape label on the stand read "TURN ME" in solid scrawled letters. We turned the model to see the back. Another masking tape label told us to "PLEASE PULL", so we did, and the back came off to show the interior of the ride, with a tiny pirate ship floating over Neverland, all lit up. The scene could be removed and replaced with other scenes from the ride. Olszewski himself seemed like a sweetheart. Jon was suprised that his hands weren't insanely small; but they did make precise motions as he talked, which was fun to watch. He was really excited about people enjoying his work, and seemed genuinely touched when a fan shyly handed him a small gift of a christmas ornament as we were chatting with him. We decided that, since I had a coupon from my Annual Pass, maybe that was the weekend the Castle could finally come home with us. I was really uncertain about it...until I saw it lit up. There are tiny pink and blue spots trained on the castle that replicate the night lighting, and two tiny lampposts out front, and it looks just amazing.

Of course, after we'd made up our minds, they sold out.

My friend [livejournal.com profile] aerogoddes went to the Park the following weekend. She didn't make a peep to me, but apparently she was in cahoots with my hubby. There were clandestine phonecalls and secrecy and deception. Merry Christmas! Jon said she was incredibly efficient about it, and I know she would have been...Bee is a great person to have on your side when you're trying surprise someone. I'm pretty sure she had to hand-carry this monster on the plane.

And so the Castle was under the tree for me, and I just have to thank my friend Bee for helping my husband make me cry this morning. Pics (of the castle, not the crying) forthcoming.
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Back from a wonderful weekend in the arms of the Mouse. My delightful hubby took me for a whirlwind weekend at Disneyland, complete with a stay on-property at the Paradise Pier hotel. While waiting for our flight out, he surprised me with my iPod, which I understand many of you had a hand in selecting, and I thank you. I was gobsmacked. I was also delighted with the set of iPod socks he included (there's a stripy one!). The socks also fit my camera, so I can cross "make a camera cover" off my Paris to-do list. I can't believe he's spent the last month and a half d/l'ing my music onto it, and I can't wait to start making playlists.

The Park was great, if hot. HOT hot. Sweaty hot. Why couldn't I have been born in March or October? We got Early Entry to the Park with our hotel stay, so we were able to tackle a lot of rides before we were too fried (Peter Pan, which looks better than ever, and which I never get to ride because without Early Entry, the line is ALWAYS HUGE), the Matterhorn (one ride each side), Buzz Lightyear (twice, hooray for target shooting), the new Jungle Cruise (now with piranha!) and Indy. I also got to ride the revamped Space Mountain and loved it...and I hate coasters. The ride is almost completely dark inside now...last time I rode it, there were tons of light leaks from the outside and your could see how scarily close you were coming to the crossing tracks. Now it just looks like you're flying through stars. The new soundtrack is enh, though. I may have to re-ride with the old sdtrk cued up on the iPod. Rode Pirates of the Air-Conditioned Carribean as the heat and humidity started to get nutty, had a snack at the French Market (complete with a dessert in the shape of mouse ears -- a mound of delicious chocolate mousse, topped with raspberry gel, covered in chocolate powder, built on top of a chocolate wafer. The ears were two solid-chocolate disks), visited the Manse, then had a great lunch at the Bayou. The waiter brought me a glass of water with a birthday candle affixed to a lemon slice floating on top. More mouse-inspired chocolate mousse treats followed our relatively healthy lunch, and then we headed back to the room for a wonderful air-conditioned nap.

Made it back to the Park in time to stake out seats for the firworks. I had planned to be in place by eight (and walked just a tetch too fast to do it, so my knee was starting to groan), and sadly all the prime spots in front of the castle were already packed (the show started at nine-thirty). We were able to grab two of the last seats on the curb in front of the Plaza Inn, though, and Jon went off in seach of corndogs for us. We sent each other sweet text messages to pass the time. The show, when it finally started, was totally worth the wait. I actually caught mayself staring with my mouth hanging open more than once. I wanted to find whoever designed the thing and hug them. The rest of the evening was spent ambling, as I couldn't handle any brisker pace.

We slept in the next morning and had a huge brunch at Goofy's kitchen. I ate a lot of lox. Also chicken nuggets. My tastes are varied. Back to the Park for leisurely stolling and shopping. The Dapper Dans sang "Happy Birthday" to me (and also offered to help with spanking, yikes). Found my pic in one of the photo collages decorating the Park; apparently I was used in several more than they'd told me about. I'll have to search for the others another time; it was just too uncomfortable outside to go hunting for more. We headed back to the airport in the evening, caught a plane around ten p.m., came home around midnight with a cough (Jon) and a sore throat (me); woke up this morning and called in sick, and have spent today resting and eating soup. Not sure if I was actually sick or just tired and dehydrated, but I sure didn't want to get anyone sick at work, so I thought staying home was best. The weekend was totally worth it, though: I had a great time and loved spending an entire weekend with my hubby.

In other news, I got the MRI results back. Not really bad, but not really good, either. The injury is most likely a small tear in the meniscus, not large enough to show up on the film, but big enough to hurt like a motherfucker. I am to stay on the NSAIDs for a month to see if they help. I hate them, but I don't want surgery, and that's what I'll have to get if they don't have an effect, which is enough to make me get religious about them. If the month of anti-inflammatories doesn't improve things, I have the option of having the knee scoped and the torn piece of cartilage removed, if the scope reveals that to be the actual problem. I am, suffice it to say, bummed and frustrated. I hate not beng able to move or walk without pain, but I really don't want anyone poking around in there, either. If it means that I will be able to use the knee again, of course, it's what I'll have to do, but I sure don't enjoy the thought. I am feeling apprehensive about Paris; I want to be able to get around easily and I sure can't, the way I feel now. I really hope that a month's worth of scary drugs helps. Seriously, though, here's some of the precautions from the product label (it's diclofenac sodium 75 mg):
-- the risk of serious and sometimes fatal heart problems, heart attack, and stroke;
-- the risk of serous and sometimes fatal stomach, kidney, and bowel problems, including bleeding, ulcers, and holes (may not be decreased by taking the meds with food);
-- that risk may be increased if you are on corticosteriods (which I am, thanks);
-- increased drowsiness and sun sensitivity;
-- use of this medicine during pregancy has led to fetal death (I know, not relevant, but DAMN.

So I will spend the next month taking these damn pills and reading about scopic surgery and trying not to anticipate that I will need it but preparing myself if I do. Dammit, I have cute knees. I don't want holes in them.
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I'm snuffling like a coke fiend, but it's too gorgeous outside NOT to have the balcony door open as wide as it can go. It smells like warm sun in here now. Just before I was staying over at Mom's I bought a purple petunia plant, with gorgeous spicy-smelling flowers, and since it needs feeding once a week, the bougainvillea has also benefited and is now full of fuchsia. It definitely looks much more perky than it did a month ago. Hooray for Miracle-Gro!

Two weekends ago I nipped off to Disneyland, to get a fix before the crowds descended for the 50th anniversary. Unfortunately the crowds had descended as there was a 2-for-1 ticket deal going on. I was feeling a little mopey anyway as I hadn't been able to spend much time with Jon and missed him even more than usual (it didn't help that my room at the Pier was HUGE -- awesome, but I would have liked to have shared it with Jon), so the crowd really got to me. I had a great time, of course, but I was noticing even more rude people than usual, and some folks that I would classify as just cruel. The poster child for this behavior was a man who was at the cut-off point for boarding the monorail with his little girl. The train was full -- we were leaving Tomorrowland, so there had to be some empty seats for people who wanted to board on the other end of the line, but they had loaded up as many people as they could take; and as the gates closed, his little girl (maybe, oh, I dunno, three years old?) started to cry. Instead of comforting or distracting her, he bent down, looked at her, and said, "You wanna go?" This made her cry harder. He did it again,"What, you want to go?" She started wailing and yelling a little. "You want to get on the train? Do you?" She was in hysterics at this point, face red and shiny with tears and screamed "I WANNA GO!" And he rocked back on his heels and looked at the poor wage slave who was in charge of the gate and said "Then tell the man." I very nearly went through the half-open Monorail window to choke the shit out of him.
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I will be a square shooter in my home, at school, on the playgrounds, where-ever I may be.

I will be truthful and honorable and strive always to make myself a better and more useful little citizen.

I will respect my elders and help the aged, the helpless, and children smaller than myself.

In short, I will be a good American! --

the Mickey Mouse Club Creed, circa 1931
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Here's the photo I submitted for my bio pic for MousePlanet. I told them it was the most recent photo I had of myself that didn't feature stage makeup, which seems to be largely true.
mugged by rubberheads )

Ahem

Apr. 19th, 2004 11:29 pm
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Please to be noticing the article with my name on it at Mouseplanet.com.

Front page! At least for the next day or two :)

After that, it can be accessed directly by the following link:

More Mouse, 4/20/2004

Now here:
http://www.mouseplanet.com/7202/Tower_of_Terror_Review
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I just got back last night from a commando trip to Disneyland with my friend Bee. She went right after Xmas, and I was online Friday and we got to talking about her trip and I mentioned I wished I could go see the lights and decorations before they came down, and she said "I'll drive", and I talked to Jon about it and then next thing I knew was doing laundry and packing.

We went and saw ROTK that evening. Bad choice. I mean, good movie, you all know that, but LIKE I was going to get right to bed afterwards. I finally made myself go to bed and read, and then I made myself turn off the light and lie in the dark, and I finally fell asleep for a few hours.

Bee and I drove out some time after noon. We stopped in Quartzsite for lunch and were overwhelmed with the number of people there...our best guess was that the weekly Swap Meet had just closed up shop. This place has a huge permanent Swap Meet site that we always make fun of when we stop for gas on the way to CA (if you want to buy geodes and jerky, this apparently is the place), but we'd never been in town while it was running. God GOD. People were lined up three-deep at every gas pump in town. We finally gave up and drove to Blythe and had to wait in line there too. Two guys nearly came to blows when one of them drove up to the pumps the wrong way and muscled his way right into line. Ballsy. As always, we encountered horrid traffic around Riverside. I don't know when that place doesn't have a jam on the freeway. Bee swears she's driven through with no problem at three in the morning, but I'm not willing to try that little experiment; I'd rather just go some other way. We were stuck in mostly-stopped traffic for at least an hour. Ugh. The time change worked in our favor, though, and we were able to check into our motel, drop off our bags, and hit the Park just before the fireworks began.

The motel wasn't bad. It was the cheapest place we could get, forty bucks a night, but it actually was a little homey. It used to be a "New Orleans theme" motel, meaning they have wrought iron balony rails along the second floor. I think they tried to tie into the jazz thing with brightly colored bedspreads and abstact wall art, but the rest of the place was pure vintage Motor Inn. But the place was clean, water pressure and temp were decent, it had lots of channels on the TV, and a fridge, iron and board, microwave and DSL connection, so, hey, not bad. There were white shutters over the inside of the large window in the room, and two smaller windows over the vanity and in the shower to get some circulation going. I got to look at some lovely treetops as I lathered up in the mornings.

Seeing the Park at night first thing was the best. Main steet was all decorated for Xmas, with lights and garlands strung over Main Street, and the huge tree in the Square. This year it was green, instead of snow-flocked, with lots of musical-type ornaments, drums and harps. We wandered down to the end of the street near the camera shop and waited for the fireworks, and then once the show was over we went to the Plaza for some seriously good fried chicken. After dinner we walked past Snow White's Grotto -- draped with lights all over the place, incuding the three big pines behind the statuary -- and through the castle -- also crazy with white lights on all the trees, and multi lights on garlands on the turrets, and big purple and burgundy banners -- and out to It's A Small World.

I was amazed to find that I was more excited to see Small World Holiday than the Haunted Mansion Holiday. Seeing the huge white facade outlined in colored lights is striking, and it gives a whole new life to that area of the park. Inside the ride are all sorts of decs themed to each land, and the kids are singing "Jingle Bells" and "Deck the Halls". The holiday overlay makes the everyday ride seem empty. After we rode, we wandered over to the Manse and waited in line for a while, only to find that BOTH elevators for the galleries were broken. At that point we knew we weren't going to ride that night, and went off in search of more adventure elsewhere. I wish I could remember what we did. I only know we stayed until well after Park closing, and went home and passed out.

The next day was packed with a lot of rides. Bee had been in the Park for three days after Xmas, and had only gotten to ride two rides, so I wanted to make sure we covered all the basics. We hit the Matterhorn first thing, I know that. Everything else is a blur. Bee bought me lunch at the Blue Bayou, where we split some AMAZING clam chowder, and each had the prime rib, which was quite good. We juggled our time well, so we were able to do our favorite rides a couple of times (we rode Splash and the Manse more than once), and gave the others a go at least once. I was surprised at how relaxed the crowds seemed to be; the place was still a little crowded, but it was nothing compared to the previous week, and everyone seemed to be taking it easy and making the best of their time. There was no frantic holiday shopping, and no frenzied "memory making" like I saw during the summer. Some folks did get a little pushy in the lines, but I just pushed back and everything worked out in the end.

The Manse added yet another layer to its holiday overlay this year, and Oogie Boogie was prominently featured throughout the ride, including a small Oogie in a red vest and fez clapping cymbals in the attic, and a huge Oogie animatronic in the Hitchiker's Hallway, with new "wheel of fortune" prizes in the windows that you pass as you exit. There was also an animated flat of the Musicians outside the first window in the hallway leading up to the ride, shrouded by the curtains, so you'd miss it if you didn't look carefully. Most people were distracted by the morphing paintings and didn't even turn around to catch it. There was almost too much to look at this year; I wished I could have seen the place before the holidays so I could ride a few times in a row to catch all the details.

At one point we came back from Califonia Adventure with the intention of heading over to Splash Mountain, and were stymied by the parade going down Main Street. Bee, in a flash of brilliance, suggested we follow the parade down the street, and then there we were, surrounded by the most Xmas you could ever hope to have. Xmas music blaring over all the speakers, Santa himself on the float ahead of us, tap-dancing reindeer, dancing girls in short red velvet elf skirts, lights and lights and lights. I nearly died. And then was nearly eviscerated by a stroller-wielding maniac. And that's the true meaning of Christmas.

We got a tasty snack later in the evening at the Bengal BBQ, and took our eats to the River Belle Terrace and caught Fantasmic! and were able to pivot in our seats and have a good view of the fireworks afterward, which was nice. Holy cow, was it cold, though. Sitting for too long in one place really made it noticeable, especially with the wind.

We did some shopping on the way out, and I picked up a Haunted Mansion Playset, which will look great with the model Monorail I hope to get someday. When they decide not to charge and arm and a leg for it. Which will most likely be never. But the Manse is darn cool.

We woke up so very late on Sunday. I had slept HARD, and once again felt mugged by Disneyland. We eventually got our act together and threw everything into the car and, after a breakfast at Denny's, headed home. We thought we'd be smarties and take the 57 to I-10, like we did last trip, and thus avoid Riverside and also theoretically any traffic delays. We ended up stopping twice on the 10 on the way home, once somewhere near Ontario, and again just out of Phoenix, for a grad total of something like an hour of sitting in the car staring at an unmoving truck's ass. When I got home my darling husband -- who I had missed very much -- cooked me some good things to eat, and we went to bed.

Today I have an annoying cough I fear may be the result of wandering around in the cold like an idiot, but I had a great weekend to show for it.
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Again, I apologize for posting geekouts like this, but at least I can use an lj-cut, right?

The following is another viewpoint from Jim Hill at jimhillmedia.com. Nothing official, of course, but some juicy stuff from a supposed "insider" and another facet to the soap opera.

Did Roy jump the gun? Was there an Eisner exit strategy already in place?
As the news of Roy Disney's resignation letter continues to explode around the Web, Jim Hill reveals a lesser-known aspect of this story. That Disney's board of directors had allegedly already talked with Michael Eisner about his exiting the corporation. And Eisner had reportedly already agreed to vacate his CEO position by as early as September 2004!

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...will probably register an "eh" from everyone else, but dang, I had to share.

(from miceage.com)

ROY EDWARD DISNEY

November 30, 2003

Mr. Michael D. Eisner, Chairman
The Walt Disney Company
500 South Buena Vista Street
Burbank, CA 91521

Dear Michael:

It is with deep sadness and regret that I send you this letter of resignation from the Walt Disney Company, both as Chairman of the Feature Animation Division and as Vice Chairman of the Board of Directors.

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I awoke from my nap around seven, and opened my curtains in time to see the huge flocks of crows that descend on the Park at twilight. Nearly every evening, wave after wave of glossy black birds swoop over Downtown Disney and head for the Westside, roosting in the trees around the Haunted Mansion, Splash Mountain, Critter Country, and Tom Sawyer's Island. I'm sure they are all startled off again by the pyrotechnics from Fantasmic! later in the evening, so who knows where they ultimately end up, but it's an awesome thing to see.

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The morning dawned late and hot. I had planned to sleep in, but left the curtain open so I could see the twinkling lights outside my window as I drifted off, so the sun spilled in aggressively as soon as it was bright outside. I fought for sleep until nine or so, then gave up and got into the shower. Oh happy day, amongst the hotel's many amenities were towels that were actually large enough to wrap around me completely: they were nearly as big and fluffy as my bath sheets at home. Huzzah.

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Thursday:
Jon and I drove to the airport and he helped me carry my enormous suitcase (I wish I had an in-between bag: the one I use most is heavy and huge, and the other is too small for all but the quickest trips, and too fragile to check as baggage), and checked in at the ticket counter. I had to open my bag to take out my camera, and saw what looked to be PRESENTS in there, but I kept my cool and refrained from plunking my ass right down in the United line and opening them all RIGHT THEN. We said goodbye very sweetly at the security point. My flight was delayed an hour. I sat across from a pair of people in the waiting area who complained about EVERYTHING ... they were convinced an hour's delay of a flight was completely United's fault and proof that the airline was going downhill. They also complained about the number of carry-on bags other passengers had.

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I had a Disney dream last night. It was really only part of another dream...but at some point I walked past Sleeping Beauty Castle and it was painted yellow, with red rooftops. Apparently, in my dream, McDonald's paid for a renovation.

I don't know if that annual pass I bought was such a good idea....
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I awoke after my nap to find the television on, tape running, and Bas dialing his cellphone repeatedly.

Several notes here.

First, remember that at this time, most of California, Colorado, and Arizona were on fire in some area. We had actually driven past a wildfire on the way to Anaheim, and the smoke and smog blocked out a good part of the sky somewhere between Palm Springs and Riverside.

Second, Bas is a NewsWhore. His calling is television, whether it be production or talent, and his passion is the news, so whenever we travel out of state together (especially if we're in the L.A. area), I expect Bas to be rolling tape on the local news affiliates' evening broadcasts.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, blinking myself awake in the room's half-light, Bas filled me in. He awoke from his nap and set up his vcr to record local news, and each station ran the same story at the top of the hour: that of three firemen killed as their tanker plane went down while fighting a California blaze. Bas had seen this footage repeatedly, after each station break, after every commercial, every station in town was running it.

And Bas' dad is a pilot. And he flies tanker planes. That kind of plane, exactly. And so, while he was watching the news and we slept, Bas was calmly but determinedly dialing and redialing his dad's cel, in hopes that his dad was not working in the California area, and that he hadn't just watched footage of his dad being vaporized a few hundred miles away.

Luckily he was able to get through to his family, and found out his dad was safe, but it was a sobering moment.

We all took some nice, waking-up showers, got dressed, and headed out for dinner.

In my preparations for the trip, I had scouted what had seemed to be a nice seafood restaurant in Newport Beach. I really wanted the first night of the trip to be relaxing, and include the ocean and consumption of fresh-caught fish. I found a place on the Net called "Tale of the Whale", which was set up in a historic pavilion on Balboa that had been host to dances in the twenties and thirties. It sounded just slightly touristy, and slightly historic, and was on a frigging bay, so that was good enough for me. Rather than deal with the freeway, we decided to just drive right down Harbor Boulevard to the harbor itself.

Unfortunately our hunger dampened the adventure slightly, but the ride was still neat. We passed a good thirty years' worth of kitchy roadside art and neon signs, bowlaramas, pizza-beer, mexican and vietnamese groceries and tiny motels...all next to the hugest Home Depot I've ever seen, and a MegaGargantuaTarget, and then we were in Newport Beach. We navigated by instinct, mostly, watching roadsigns and the way people dressed, and suddenly we realized that the ocean was off to our right, and we all shouted "turn here!" and Belle did, and we found a parking spot no problem, right across the street from the Balboa Fun Zone, where our restaurant was.

We wandered around for a few minutes, through the t-shirt shops and head shops and pizza joints, and suddenly we walked right up to a huge white octagonal wooden building, with windows all around, jutting out over the water: the Balboa pavilion. We walked up to the main entrance to read the sign.

"Tale of the Whale
closed
for remodeling"

Well, fuck.

Now, I'm pretty sure this information was not included on their website, or that if it was, the dates did not include our trip, but I'll never be able to satisfy my curiosity on that point, because their website has now vanished as well. Creepy.

Hungry but undaunted, we decided to follow our noses to dinner. After a few stops and turns, we ended up at a cozy, dark hole-in-the-wall (dark red and black leather booths, novelty light fixtures) that smelled fantastic and was a couple hundred feet from the beach, tops. We quickly devoured several huge plates of food (I had some excellent salmon -- probably not fresh caught but I was too hungry to care) and wandered out to the beach just after the sun set. The ocean was a bright jade green in the evening's last light, and the sand on the surface of the beach was cool, but as we walked our feet would sink down into the warmer sand beneath. Bas wandered down the beach alone to check his voicemail. I took off my shoes and let the waves wash around my ankles until it got too cold and dark, and then Belle and I climbed up on a lifeguard tower and listened to the ocean for a while. Soon Bas returned from his amble up the beach, and we jumped in the car to head home.

I thought it was too much to hope for that we might catch the Park's fireworks from our room, so I just told myself that it was too late in the evening, and we'd probably already missed them. We got up to our room and opened sliding glass doors, because the night air was so cool and awesome, and looked down at the Park. No smoke-cloud. Hm. Maybe we had time after all. I dashed off to the bathroom to rinse off the seawater from my feet and legs (itchy!) just as the pyro from Fantasmic! had cleared and the lights on Main Street started to dim, and came back out just after the fireworks started. We sat and watched for while, and then commented that we sure would be geeks if we were listening to the soundtrack, too.

In no time at all, Bas had his laptop out, and we were ubergeeks enough to be able to tell him where to start the soundtrack, and how much to tweak it to synch it up, and then there we were on our balcony, watching the Believe! fireworks from our private box seats. Not a bad way to end the day.
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I had originally planned this trip to Disneyland for my best friend Sara and me. She's never been, and I really needed to go, and I didn't want to subject Jon to a trip back to the Magic Kingdom so soon, so I was hoping to take Sara. Unfortunately, post-doc work is not a gold mine, and Sara wasn't able to scrounge the money to come along. Next I seriously considered going by myself. The drive out to California especially intrigued me; I've never done a drive that long alone and I love highway driving; I enjoyed the thought of being able to stop whenever I wanted to nose around, shop, take pictures. So I went ahead and started planning the trip, thinking if Sara could suddenly come up with the cash, she could join me, and if not, well, I'd just enjoy my time there alone.

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