The Grand Adventure

I love rollercoasters. And I love disneyland.

So when my good friend Shane said that he had comp tickets for a bushel of us to go to a pre-opening weekend of Disney's newest theme park, I jumped at the chance.

We drove down the day before, except instead of hitting our mouse-eared destination, we landed in santa barbara for a shopping detour, dinner, and a late night game of hearts in a ramada inn (sneaking half of us in for super snuggly closeness and cutting corners for those of us watching our budgets). I didn't play hearts. Was too engrossed in my new book, The Deadline by Tom DeMarco thinking yes, yes, yes, exactly. sigh.

Once in SB I realized I'd forgotten anything proper to sleep in, and since was sharing a bed, jumped at the chance of buying new jams. Found a great deal at Anthropologie and said sleeping suit came with matching scrunchy which both repelled and attracted me at the same time. ;)

Dinner at South of Albuquerque. Friends dodging strange bouts of dizzies. Friends dodging my strange bouts of grumpies (hey: only in the morning).

Some jumped in the Ramada Hot Tubs. Some overexerted in water ballet. Some hit the hay early. Some(shane) snored mosta the night away(shane), but we won't name(shane) any names.

The next morning we hit the road early, boosted by a Corrina-Rebecca Starbucks run, nicely supported by a tray of cinnamon rolls, muffins and a bag full of nectarines.

I sang along with the CDs most of the way down, which might explain Dan's choice of lyricless music on the drive back home. Heh. Like I didn't notice that manuever. ;)

First stop in OC was the new Grand California Hotel. Craftsman Greene-and-Green post and beam drool fest. Brandnew yummy carpet/lamps/cozy chairs and the most awesome woodwork. Basically begging us to stay stay stay. I coulda stayed at the hotel and been perfectly happy. ;)

Instead we headed into the park. But that story's for tomorrow (read it now).

m.

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