Travel Dates: January 23-27, 2008
Travel Method: Horizon Airlines; independent shuttle service (ick); Disneyland Express; and personal car for short drive to and from the airport
Hotel: Hilton Anaheim
Ages Represented in Group: 45+
Disney Experience: Extremely Experienced
Comments: First time AP holders since June 2007. This is our third trip on our APs since June 2007; making the Disneyland Resort our best entertainment value! We purchased two -- $100 Disney Gift Cards prior to leaving so that we could use that for food in the DLR and not have to keep track of debits. My sister was a bit skeptical at first but even she agreed that it worked really well. And no guilt! [
Cast of Characters: Gloria (me) and my sister, Karen. Sisters, roommates and best friends.

January 23, 2008

We woke up at 3:00 a.m. for our 6:00 a.m. flight. I was a little paranoid that we’d oversleep but there were no power outages; and both of our alarm clocks went off as they were supposed to. I also set one in living room but that one never went off – so much for back-up. Its about a 30 minute drive to the Santa Rosa Airport from our place – and we probably should have a left a bit earlier. We decided to leave at 4:30 – I’m not quite sure what time we left – but we didn’t get to the airport until after 5:00. Fortunately, the airport is very tiny and the long-term parking lot is right next door – we parked near the walking path – so it only took us a few minutes to get inside the “terminal.” I had already printed us boarding passes. I was a little nervous about the weight of Karen’s suitcase (and since my two are quite small some of my things went her in luggage as well). It weighed in at a very light 29.5 pounds!

It was a very bumpy flight – I had a cranberry juice and they served blueberry breakfast bars (eh). Fortunately I had two trip reports that I printed out last night to read (thank you Sue Holland and BartsFam!) – which kept my mind off dying. I wasn’t able to finish, and anyway wanted to save some to read later. Once at LAX (I felt like kissing the ground) we grabbed a cup of coffee at Burger King to share; and stopped at Starbucks where we purchased some very expensive and inedible stale pastries (a cinnamon scone for Karen and a croissant for moi).

Rain (and/or showers) were in the forecast for every day of our trip. I absolutely love rain (the smell, the coziness, how pretty it makes everything looks) – but sometimes at Disney it can be a bit troublesome (especially DisneyLAND – since it *never * rains in Southern California). However, at the moment it is clear and sunny; albeit somewhat windy and cold. I had to get my sweatshirt out of my suitcase while waiting for the Disney Express (not free – it costs $29 or $30 p.p. RT). For some reason even though I checked the schedule (every half-hour or on the hour -- I can’t remember) even though we arrived at the stop prior to 8:00 – it was close to 9:00 a.m. –no Anaheim bus. One of those funky Super Shuttle-like busses tried to get our business. I really didn’t want to take it. I prefer being able to buy a RT ticket – it saves so much hassle on the way home (and we don’t have to budget for it – plus its cheaper). I asked the guy how much and he said $23 each (one way). No way. I politely declined and he said that if he could get a full van he’d come back and let us ride for $15 each. I was hoping he wouldn’t return but he did a few minutes later. Next time, I will just say that we already have transfers – those shuttle guys drive me nuts – they’ll ask you every time the circle the terminal. So we ended up taking his shuttle since he returned with a “LOADED” (2 people) van. He dropped off the other ladies in some neighborhood in the middle of nowhere (to me anyway).

We finally arrived at the Anaheim Hilton ($55 on Priceline!). Check-in was fine. He said that he would give us a room on the 8th floor if that was okay. I politely said that I had requested a room on the 5th floor (Trip Advisor said that was the only floor with the newly renovated rooms). I asked if the 8th floor was remodeled and he said he’d see what he could do and gave us a room on the 5th floor. When I gave him my debit MasterCard for incidentals, he tried swiping it and said that the system wouldn’t take it. I said that was all I had and what I used to pay for the room (why does everyone want you to use CREDIT?). He said that since the room had “already been paid online” that they would just handle my account on a cash basis. I was thrilled to hear that since hotels often put a $50 per day hold on debit cards and I didn’t have to allow for the extra $$$ in my checking account! (We have stayed there previously, so maybe our profile gave them a bit of confidence.)

I swear that we were the only guests on that floor until Saturday. I only saw or heard workmen – not a problem! The room was quite nice. Gold carpet, black furniture, gold club chair, high definition TV and two queen beds with all the fancy white linens with black headboards. There was a white duvet (is that what they’re called? – thicker and warmer than a sheet – but not as fluffy as a down comforter) tucked in on top of the beds. No color accents or comforters on the beds though, which I thought was rather strange. The bathroom was quite small and had one of those 4” deep square sinks mounted ON TOP of the counter with the “oil can” faucet. And, I might add, NO LOCK in the sliding doors on the bathroom. What’s up with hotels these days and the no lock on the bathroom door thing? (We stayed at a Hyatt in Santa Clara in February and there was no lock on that bathroom either.)

I called Jodi (my beloved stepmother) to let her know that we had arrived safely and were in our room. It was pretty weird being in our hotel room and Regis and Kelly were still on! Since we had been up since 3:00 a.m. – it seemed like about 2:30 p.m. to us so we had the welcoming “cocktail” (wine) party. I told Jodi “Don’t tell anyone but we’re having our welcoming cocktail party” She said something like, “Oh my!?” But when I explained how long we’ve been up she was okay with it (she has no problem with having a few pops). I went to get ice (which I had to get on the 8th floor since the one on the 5th floor was not operational) and ran into several friendly workmen. I checked out the pool deck – which was on our floor -- our room also had sliding glass doors that opened onto the patio/courtyard containing the pool/spa complex as well. An older guy (well, older than me) – in the pool with his grandson (?) and asked me -- while I was walking around taking pictures– if I would like to join them? I asked if the water was warm and he replied that he wouldn’t be in the pool if it wasn’t.

It was funny folks kept saying good morning but it felt like afternoon. I was craving potato chips so I bought a “big grab” at the gift shop. Karen didn’t care for any. We inquired from the cashier how much the (small) Godiva chocolate bars were and she said “2-something.” We bought 2 – 3 day (the machines don’t sell the 5 day ones) ART (Anaheim Resort Transit) passes at the vending machine inside the lobby and we were finally on our way to DL! I ate the chips while we were waiting at the ART stop.

Once at DL when the CM swiped our APs she said, “Welcome back, Gloria! Welcome back, Karen!” I love being an AP and surprisingly, Karen does too.
The pink Castle was especially beautiful with what looked like YOAMD clouds behind it (bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds). And the vibrant pink tulips at Town Square and the Hub were spectacular! We entered FantasyLand through the Castle and what was our first stop? Why the adorable restrooms just past Alice in Wonderland – with lots of red hearts and the playing cards on the stalls. After that we got to ride Alice in Wonderland -- which was my choice for our first ride since it was down for refurbishment when we were here in October (Oh, my!).

Then we went on the delightful Tea Cups. “Spill on out” we were admonished as we exited our giant blue tea cup. Then we went on the Story Book Land Canal Boats. Karen was smart to sit opposite me. She definitely had the superior view. I greatly enjoyed the ride (especially since I haven’t been on it in years) but as soon as I sat down I got a painful foot cramp.

By this time we were both starving so we decided to have fried chicken at the beautiful Plaza Inn. We got our first AP discounts of the trip. It is so lovely in there! We sat next to the window facing the castle. Best view in the park: blue sky, gray clouds, pink castle, coral umbrellas on the PI patio below, the Astro Orbiters, plus the tips of BTMRR and the Matterhorn. But what’s up with the “old lady” (early 20th Century) birdcages in there? We had the juicy and tender fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy – yikes -- there’s that icky waxy bean medley again – and a biscuit. And a butter shortage (I love butter more than Paula Dean! Well, maybe not quite that much.

After lunch we went on Peter Pan – I didn’t remember how beautiful the fiber optic stars are (maybe because Karen didn’t talk through the ride so I could enjoy it). I really teased her about that the last time threatening to never ride with her again. I got another painful foot cramp as soon as I sat down in our galleon. Then we went on Mr. Toad (my Dad’s favorite and one of mine too). The CM was yelling/lecturing the older guy in front of us who jumped into his car prematurely before she said “Okay.“ At this point we’re fading fast. Then we rode Alice once more and then rode Pinocchio’s Daring Adventures – I remembered as lame and haven’t ridden in years (maybe since the 80s) but it was really good! Then we went on Snow White’s Scary Adventure. The CM was assuring a little girl, “Its not scary” -- well I beg to differ – it didn’t scare *me* – but with all those skeletons and that wicked witch girl I can see how it would be scary to little kids. After that we did the King Arthur Carrousel. “I want a white horse!” Karen didn’t get my joke (all the horses are white – Walt Disney wanted everyone to be able to ride the “best one.”) We like the lower ones – they are easier to get on and off of. That small curlicue saddle was very uncomfortable to sit on (I’m not tiny – but I’m not really big either). Among the millions of fake butter pats I was only able to find two real butter chips. And, I got some honey for my biscuit too (I also like honey with my chicken). I always think of Jodi when I eat chicken since she loves it so much.

After lunch we went on Peter Pan – I didn’t remember how beautiful the fiber optic stars are (maybe because Karen didn’t talk through the ride so I could enjoy it). I really teased her about that the last time threatening to never ride with her again. I got another painful foot cramp as soon as I sat down in our galleon. Then we went on Mr. Toad (my Dad’s favorite and one of mine too). The CM was yelling/lecturing the older guy in front of us who jumped into his car prematurely before she said “Okay.“ At this point we’re fading fast. Then we rode Alice once more and then rode Pinocchio’s Daring Adventures – I remembered as lame and haven’t ridden in years (maybe since the 80s) but it was really good! Then we went on Snow White’s Scary Adventure. The CM was assuring a little girl, “Its not scary” -- well I beg to differ – it didn’t scare *me* – but with all those skeletons and that wicked witch girl I can see how it would be scary to little kids. After that we did the King Arthur Carrousel. “I want a white horse!” Karen didn’t get my joke (all the horses are white – Walt Disney wanted everyone to be able to ride the “best one.”) We like the lower ones – they are easier to get on and off of. That small curlicue saddle was very uncomfortable to sit on (I’m not tiny – but I’m not really big either).

Finally I agreed to leave the Park. How about we ride the Jungle Cruise before we leave? Karen declined. No rain just yet but the wind was blowing really hard – and by now the sky was filled with dark rain clouds. The DCA “CALIFORNIA” letters were all done up in the YOAMD blue clouds and beckoned me to ride Soarin’ over California just once before we left. Once more, I was vetoed. Large drops of rain started falling and it was just like in the movies – a few drops and then it started pouring! Somehow Karen had lost her umbrella in transit – so I shared my darling black one (that Karen had bought me) with the multicolored little dots. Well, we were waiting for Route 4 and Karen happened to look up and see that the ART trolley parked at the Route 3 stop had a sign in the window that said Routes 3 and 4. Good thing she noticed as the driver made absolutely no attempt to get our attention as we patiently waited for “Route 4.” I named him “Carl” after a friend of ours who drives very slowly. Once back at the Hilton, the “2-something” Godiva chocolate bars (dark chocolate with raspberry filling – the only flavor I like in dark) ended up costing $3.50 each (yikes) – and rung up by the same cashier we talked to previously. Next time I will ask that they be scanned first. They had fruit infused waters for free in the lobby. It was a very refreshing drink since by then I was quite thirsty.

We rested in the room and watched Oprah and the news. After awhile we decided to go out and get some dinner. Karen wanted Red Robin. It was now dark, raining very heavily and windy. In order to go to RR we would have to take the ART to DL, transfer to another trolley to RR. After eating we’d have to locate the ART stop – wait for the bus – take it back to DL and THEN take the #4 back to the Hilton. Plus since the Park closed at 8:00 p.m. the last run was 8:30 so we’d be under time constraints (yes, I know we could take cabs but I really hate doing that).

Karen and I waited across the street under the overhang at the Marriot for the ART. Since it was so miserable out we decided to just get dropped off at the City Walk where they have a Cheesecake Factory and a Bubba Gumps. But, what the ART Schedule doesn’t explain is that the GW “stop” is a block and a half down the street from the drop off point. To make a long story short we decided to simply go to the Tony Roma’s across the street from DL since neither of us felt like walking very far in the cold rain. At Tony Roma’s my “crispy” onion (ring) burger was barely edible – the toppings were good but the meat was dry and tasteless. The fries were good – but I only ate a few of them. Karen liked her bbq chicken. Why are they so stingy with their sauce? After dinner we walked back across the street to catch the ART and just missed “Carl.” I’m fairly certain that he saw us approaching the trolley and just took off. So, we stood in the cold and wind with that slanty rain sharing one umbrella for at least a half hour. Our pants legs and sleeves were soaked.

“Hello, lover!” I said a la Carrie on Sex in the City as I sunk into my very comfortable bed that night. Karen said, “I am never doing this 6:00 a.m. flight thing again!” (that's what she thiinks!) We were both a bit chilly during the night without comforters. (We requested them the next evening.)

Thursday, January 24, 2008

When we awoke the next morning at 6:45 -- I turned on the coffee (we bring our own ground Starbucks and Karen always sets it up the night before – and brings me my first cup in bed) and I looked out of the window and it was dry and sunny outside! A few minutes later it was windy and pouring rain again. Oh well. I asked Karen what rides she would like to go on and she said, “Gadget’s.” I don’t get it. With all of those E-ticket attractions Karen’s favorite ride is a tiny (albeit zippy and fun) rollercoaster in Toontown. “Oh, and that “hotel one” (The Tower of Terror). (Sometimes she calls it the “Union Hotel” after a chain of restaurants at home here in Santa Rosa.)

I decided that with that with this weather I shouldn’t wear my (mary jane) crocs and carried them in my purse instead and wore my broken-in athletic shoes instead. The weather continued oscillating between sun and rain so we left prepared with our only umbrella (I bought another Mickey Mouse one later at DCA for $10). I figured that we’d buy ponchos if necessary. Once aboard the ART – our driver Bill (or was it Bob?) was very nice and tried to work the crowd and make recommendations. There were some very rude teenage girls on the trolley who as soon as he started talking started loudly singing Zippity-doo-dah. They finally stopped singing but the crowd in the back of the bus kept talking loudly throughout his entire spiel. Doesn’t anyone have manners anymore?

The tip board said that the wait for Nemo was 45 minutes. By now it was gloriously sunny and beautiful, although the pavement was still wet and shiny from the rain. I thought the wait was closer to 25 minutes but Karen said it was indeed 45 minutes (she timed it). I guess after the 3 hours, 15 minutes we waited last summer – this seemed like nothing. And, I really enjoy the view of the lagoon. Wow! The ride was really fabulous – I hardly remembered anything from our first ride in June 2007. I guess it was anti-climatic after waiting all that time.

Apparently, it had poured again while we were on the ride – the payment was totally wet. We visited the Queen of Hearts (which is what I call them) restrooms again (they are my favorite). Then we went to get a “really big cinnamon roll” (they are the size of a loaf pan) to share at the Blue Ribbon Bakery. Karen also got a coffee and I had fresh squeezed orange juice (very good!) Afterward we headed to Adventure Land. I was absolutely amazed how empty Adventure Land was. It was FABULOUS! Of all my decades of visits to DL – I have NEVER seen AL so vacant. I took pictures as proof (sorry no digital camera as of yet). I may frame them and hang them on the wall!

We walked around a bit finishing our beverages and then we went on the Jungle Cruise. Our skipper was pretty good. After the ride – Karen said that she thought that guy was hilarious! I did my Dana Carey doing Ross Perot and said, “He was funny – but I didn’t think he was HI-lar-ious.” Karen commented several times how nice it was to be there without the crowds and not have to stand in long lines, and not having to deal with FPs. Then we went on the Pirates. Afterward we stopped at Le Bat en Rouge (I love the name and the signage outside). I wanted to get a Jack Plush to keep my Sally company (those darn Toy Story movies) but they didn’t have any. Since by this time it was getting cold and windy I really wanted the Jack faux fur trimmed scarf and gloves. Karen and I had a little disagreement about me possibly spending $50, like we were married. I ended up just buying the faux fur trimmed gloves (they were nice and warm and helped a great deal – plus they’re fun!). “Don’t you want the scarf to go with the gloves?” The CM asked me when I made my purchase. I also wanted the purse clip – not to use but to keep on my desk at home (I wish I had bought it).

Since by now the cinnamon roll had worn off, we decided to get some delicious skewers at my new favorite DL restaurant --Bengal BBQ. Karen had the beef one with the Zulu sauce and I had my favorite, the bacon wrapped asparagus. We shared a Diet Coke. While eating I mentioned to Karen, “I’m thinking of a ‘beverage.’” Karen said, “Oh, Good!” So am I!” (We mean alcoholic beverage – wine specifically.) Then since I was still hungry I suggested sharing a chicken skewer as well – that Polynesian sauce is to die for! Karen liked the green onions that they came with. I suggested that we go on BTMRR before it rains again. We both wanted to ride it a second time but we both needed to use the facilities so we visited the blah FL restroom – looks darling from the outside but very plain on the inside (as you can probably tell I like the themed ones). We took some pretty pictures on the Big Thunder Trail (is it really necessary to put up those Kodak Photo Spot signs? – they always appear in the picture) and then joyously rode BTMRR once more.

After that we went to over DCA. Karen suggested getting our glass of wine at the Golden Vine Winery Tasting Terrace – I wasn’t even sure that it would be open since the weather was so inclement. It was open -- but it was awfully windy-- and it didn’t seem like it would be very pleasant drinking our wine on the patio. I suggested that we walk around and try to seek out a covered spot where we could take and enjoy our beverages (they will let you take alcohol anywhere in DCA, except the attractions, of course) – but there really wasn’t anywhere sheltered. Meanwhile, we had fun taking some pictures of the Monterey Area. I said that the Cove Bar at Ariel’s Grotto might be a place where we could get some wine. I’ve always wanted to go there – but once I got turned away and haven’t wanted to try again. (It was about five years ago and I inquired at Ariel’s (although I think it was called Avalon then) if we could please come in and have a drink and I was told, “There are other places in the Park where you can have a drink.” Okaaaay.)

When we arrived at Ariel’s the outside part of the bar was naturally closed and it didn’t seem very accessible; so I told Karen why don’t we just leave the Park and go somewhere offsite for our wine. She insisted that she didn’t mind going in to find out if the bar was open. I told her that I’d wait outside for her. She came out shortly and said that she was told that she was welcome to go downstairs to see if the bar was open (you’d think they’d know). Once again, I said, “Let’s leave!” She insisted on going downstairs. Now, I’m not especially intimidated by going into restaurants; but the atmosphere in there was very intense – not friendly at all. Lots of parents and kids impatiently standing around. It felt like a stuffy restaurant in San Francisco rather than a themed one at DCA. I waited in the lobby while Karen spiraled down the carpeted staircase. I took some nice pix of Paradise Pier through the bay windows. Then I saw Karen (who doesn’t have a particularly good sense of direction) looking around outside way down by the water! Yikes. I tried going outside so that I could flag her down but realized that she was a full two stories below me.

I asked her how it went and she said “terrible.” Apparently, when she was looking around she got a little turned around and ended-up in an area where some “workers” were talking. She asked one of the CMs if the bar was open and she snapped, “THE BAR IS *ONLY* OPEN ON FRIDAYS, SATURDAYS AND SUNDAYS!” like she had committed a felony. Karen couldn’t believe how rude she had been. Then she said that one of the characters (Ariel?) said in a very smarmy, patronizing way, “The exit is this way.” I asked Karen what the CM looked like and she said, “Ugly.” I asked her to describe her (I was curious if she was young or not-so-young) and she said she was nondescript looking; but that her bad personality made her ugly. So, we left with our tales between our legs never to return to Ariel’s again. (I may give the Cove Bar another chance if we are indeed sure that its open.)

At this point Karen insisted that we go back to the Golden Vine for a glass of wine. I agreed. The CMs there are always very nice and gracious saying things like, “How may I improve your day?” We got two glasses of Riesling and sat on the patio -- making sure to hold onto the flimsy, yet darling, plastic glasses (we have a whole set of them at home!). It was actually very pleasant. The sun came out for a bit so it wasn’t too cold sitting there. Then Karen bought one more glass of wine and shared it with me (they are pretty small).

After that we decided to take the ART to Red Robin and then walk across the street to the Target for provisions. So, we went to Red Robin and shared the shrimp and slaw basket (with unlimited fries) – the food was very good and the service was excellent. I was happy to discover a TV in the ladies room. I took a picture of it. By the time we left Red Robin it was dark. We crossed that scary intersection to go to Target and picked out some snacks, remembering that anything we bought we would have to carry way across the street to the ART stop (we also bought Karen a new umbrella – she was embarrassed carrying the Mickey one -- so I carried it and she still needed another one). Of course, the bags were still heavy. Fortunately, it was not raining – so it wasn’t too bad walking back. The ART stop is pretty far away – back across the street -- way behind the Red Robin/Outback parking lots – and back by the Hilton Garden Inn.

We had to wait for the ART for an eternity – and then take it to Disneyland. THEN, wait for the #4 ART back to the Hilton. After all of that – we were ready to call it a day. We soaked our feet in the tub. I finished reading one of the trip reports that I brought – had some snacks and watched TV. I don’t know what time we went to sleep but it must not have been too early – because I get really mad at myself when I do that – especially on vacation. It was probably about 11:00 – I consider that time decent (I don’t sleep well if I go to bed too early).


Friday, January 25, 2008

No real rain yet, despite the weather forecasts. When we left the hotel it was windy with that slanty light mist so we waited across the street under the overhang at the Marriott for the ART. We decided to start our day at DCA. We went to Soarin’ over CA first. It had about a 20 minute wait. My notes say on the first ride we were seated in the scariest row (the first). On our second ride we were seated on the number two row so it was not as frightening (I’m not crazy about heights). I am amazed at little kids who are fine with this – when I was young I would have totally freaked out. After Soarin’ we went to the Bountiful Valley Farms stand where they had the BEST mozzarella sticks (with red flame grapes) I’ve ever had in my life (very BIG and crispy). I really love it when ordering fried food and they make it fresh for you – really the only way to enjoy it (last October we got the fish that was sitting under the heat lamps – but the CMs were so sweet, I didn’t want to say anything). After we placed our order and paid, they very nicely said, “Okay, give us a few minutes.” We were more than happy to wait.

We carried our snack over to that nice food court area by the Pacific Wharf Café. We enjoyed the mellow feeling of listening to repetitive jazz and just being around folks happy to be on vacation (I just LOVE that feeling!) – with the exception of the occasional screaming child, of course. Some nice looking dark haired young guy (30’s?) pumped his fist in victory, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” When he walked around the corner and saw the Karl Strauss Handcrafted beer truck (stand). A steady stream of people (especially men) kept going in and out of the nearby restrooms probably due to the amount of beers and margaritas being served in the area! (LOL) One of the things I love most about Disney is the darling signage and the flora – most of my pictures are of the flowers and signage (my Dad is an artist – that’s probably why) – I’m waiting for a nice family with two rowdy little girls – double-yokers? (twins) to leave their table so that I could take a pix of the woman on the door of the restroom holding a fish (very cute!).

Since I try doing something different on each trip, I suggested the Boudin Bakery walk-through tour. At the beginning, a sweet, smiling CM handed (with gloved hands) everyone a tiny little cube of sourdough French bread. Rosie O’Donnell and another comedian whose name I don’t know (Colin Mochrie from Whose Line is it Anyway – I looked it up) were featured in the tour. It was very fun and informative. I would have gladly done it again but we never made it back that way. PP I was having a craving for a Raspberry Sparkle at GVW (framboise with brut champagne poured from an individual bottle – they give you the bottle with the remaining sparkling wine) at the GVW so we went over there. The drink was very pretty, tasted delicious and very enjoyable. We went to use the restrooms again near the Pacific Wharf Café (as Norm Peterson use to say, “You only rent a beer” --or in this case, wine). We were walking back towards A Bug’s Land through the Monterey Area, Karen was taking my picture and this nice guy stopped and asked if we’d like a picture together. “Sure, thanks!” Its funny after we had the pictures developed (we use those disposable cameras) – there was another young guy in the background, squatting, smiling and pointing toward the camera. What’s up with that? Not that I care – I thought it was funny.

Then we went into A Bug’s Land. We rode Flix’s Flyers. The nice CM said, “Okay bugs! Have fun!” And then another CM asked if we’d like him to take our picture. It turned out really well – we don’t have very many pictures of the two of us. Then we went on Heimlicht’s Chew Chew Train. The CM over there was very fun -- making hand gestures to the tune of “It’s the time of your life so do it well.” Karen wanted to see the High School Musical 2 show (we recently saw the original HSM on the Disney Channel at home and surprisingly loved it – I like the part about the cell phones the best) and I wanted to ride Mulholland Madness. So, she stayed to watch and I ran over to the mad mouse rollercoaster – I especially like the camel humps. I went in the single rider line and was back within minutes. I caught the end of the show with Karen.

Well, Grizzly River Run has been calling me since we’ve been on the property. I haven’t ridden since 2002 (although I have been on other rafting rides since then – although certainly not as good). Karen was uninterested and wanted a cup of coffee. She and I splintered off – she went into the Taste Pilots Grill and I went over to Greetings from CA in order to buy a poncho ($7). When I returned with the poncho, Karen asked me how the ride was. I exchanged my tennis shoes and socks for my Crocs – and took off my sweatshirt – left my canvas purse, jacket and black sweatshirt with Karen – putting my little cell phone in my bra. Then I took off to ride GRR. Since it was a cold, rainy day in January – naturally GRR wasn’t very crowded. I got a raft to myself. I rolled up my pants legs under my poncho and tucked my bangs in the hood as well as I could. I had a ball! And, I would have gone a second time in a heartbeat – but the CM at the exit seemed cranky and I didn’t want to ask if I could go again; as I’m fairly sure he would have told me I would have to get off and get on again. Not quite up for that – too much of a production. What’s up with the geysers? I barely got spritzed during the entire ride; but if I hadn’t been wearing a poncho at the geysers, very near the exit, I would have gotten soaked. I felt ridiculous, but dry (except my bangs), wearing my poncho since it was so big on me (I am only 5’ 3”) while walking back to meet Karen. A nice guy (about my age) commented that I was smart wearing the poncho – so that made me feel better.

We decided to leave DCA and go to dinner at Buca di Beppo. A photopass photographer insisted on taking our pix on the way out. I ended up buying one of them – wow! They are expensive. We shared the delicious Macaroni Rosa with their rosemary house bread (the food is served family style) and each had an enormous glass of chardonnay. Fun atmosphere, nice music (think Dean Martin, That’s Amore) and good service.

Karen wanted to go back to our hotel for the night. I was okay with that until… we got on the ART and a whole bus load (we were on a very large bus – apparently it was the dinner hour and one bus was handling multiple routes) -- standing room only – and everyone was totally excited about going to DL. I couldn’t bear the thought of all those folks going to DL while we were just going back to our hotel room. I implored Karen. We don’t want to go back to the room at 6:00 P.M. and run the risk of going to bed too early and plus we had DL to go to. How about just “one” ride? She finally acquiesced (although she really didn’t have a chance – I am the BIG sister after all and I know a thing or two about that older sibling intimidation thing).

So , here’s what we did. Main Street was packed as the parade was fixin’ to start (as Jodi would say since she is from Memphis) and we couldn’t get over to TomorrowLand at that point in time. I wanted to go on BTMRR – it was vetoed (I could have insisted but I try to be agreeable). Splash Mountain was lit up all orange and inviting in the darkness. Karen was not interested. I convinced Karen to go on the Haunted Mansion – there was a very short wait. When we were about to board our Doom Buggies, the people in front of us literally stopped for quite a few seconds and then leisurely got inside their ride vehicle. There was no way that Karen and I could get in our buggy at that moment unless we could fly so we waited for the couple ahead of us. The CM said very loudly to us, “Ladies, take your seats, please!” Hey, we’re doing the best we can. How long has it gone up the staircase at the beginning? I really love the 50th Anniversary changes. I have been on it since; but the last couple of trips it had the delightful Nightmare Before Xmas overlay.

Waited forever for the train in order to take the DLRR to Tomorrow Land. It was very quaint and pretty and the train station was more elaborate than I ever remember it (maybe it was redone for the 50th anniversary?). Maybe because it is usually so crowded I haven’t been able to notice. After about what seemed like a half-hour -- We were about ready to walk to TL but we finally heard the train coming. Just then quite a few folks arrived and they were commenting on the joys of being at Disneyland in January. I could not agree more.

Exited the train (after a very chilly ride) and the line for Nemo was only 25 minutes (pretty good for a Friday night). While in line – it was very cheery. TL was aglow in neon and there was a great band playing at the TL stage. Karen looked at her watch and said, “We’ll I guess that I’ll miss What Not to Wear tonight.” She said that she was kidding but I didn’t see how she could even think of TV on a night like this (and I LOVE TV) “Karen, we’re at DL on a Friday night -- listening to a live band -- waiting to ride Finding Nemo and you’re talking about TV?” The seagulls were on their buoy in the lagoon. Karen said, “Oh, look at those DUCKs – don’t they look cute?” I said, “I think they’re seagulls“(we live on the West Coast -- 40 minutes from the ocean and we know what seagulls look like – but in all fairness – they do rather look like ducks). I explained that they’re saying, “Mine! Mine! Mine!” Karen laughed out loud at me thinking that I was making that up. I don’ know why but I started getting very hungry and was having a major sweet tooth.

Anyway, soon we were directed to our sub . The ride was fabulous once more but I do think its better during the day. This young father had his daughter on his lap (maybe 18 months or two years old) was seated next to me. He kept kissing her throughout the entire ride. But, not little pecks – these big sucking kisses. Suck, suck, suck! It was rather disturbing and annoying. By this time I was STARVING. Hmmmm… the Plaza Inn is probably already closed so it would be difficult to procure a piece of carrot cake. Maybe I should get a skewer at Bengal BBQ. I decided on a brownie from the Blue Ribbon Bakery. Karen said that she wasn’t interested but finally commented that she would get a brownie to have in the morning with her coffee. I bought myself a brownie and a large Mickey Mouse cookie (that we shared a day or so later – it was yucky). Karen got a brownie also. As soon as I got out of the store I tore off a third of the brownie and ate it immediately. It was very good but I decided to save the rest for in the morning. I was starting to think that it would be nice to hear from our Dad (our parents rarely return my calls while on vacation and after awhile I start getting worried about them).

People were waiting around for the fireworks to begin – they were maybe 25 minutes from starting -- it wasn’t windy so I figured that they would probably have them. But, on a chilly night, Main Street is COLD – and my jacket had all of the warmth of a roll of toilet paper – even being layered with a sweatshirt underneath (I finally found a nice warm, lightweight jacket AFTER we returned home. ) We were both tired and my sister was ready to leave also. I did feel a little sad after we were back in our room at the Hilton and I could hear the muffled booms in the distance.

I checked my cell phone and our Dad had left us a voice message; “Hi, this is your Dear Old Dad and I was just checking to see if you’re okay – so give me a call back.” Before I had a chance to call him back – Karen’s phone was ringing and he wanted to make sure that we were in for the night (at 9:00-ish??). We must have been under water on Nemo when he called. I had my phone in my jacket pocket and didn’t feel it vibrate – but I’m sure the signal was poor (no, I wouldn’t have answered it on the ride). We completely forgot that we had some nice savory snacks in our room – Ritz Crackers, peanut butter, chive and onion cream cheese spread, chips, etc. that we bought at Target last night. We had a little wine and some snacks – and Karen got to watch the end of What Not to Wear. By the time we were ready to go to sleep we were both getting a bit snappy and I seem to recall a disagreement over who was going to put a Frasier DVD in the player (I need it to fall asleep – but Karen likes it too). We slept soundly and it was nice that we had running water during the night (the first two nights they shut off the water between Midnight and 5:00 a.m. – you’d be surprised how much H20 one desires during the middle of the night -- even with filling up water glasses prior to going to sleep. BTW – I refuse to pay $5 for those bottles of Fuji water in the room).


Saturday, January 26, 2008

As of this writing (according to my notes) its 9:51 a.m. I’m still in bed – so soft and warm – the down comforter – the wonderful pillows… ZZZ… Maybe we’ll leave by 11:00… more news as the story breaks… – We finally left the hotel just before noon (which Karen had no problem with – I’m the one who’s gung-ho about DL). So, we’re cheerfully waiting quite awhile for the ART – and I’m hoping that we don’t get caught in that lunchtime vortex (no service between 12:30 and 1:55 p.m. ). And, then the ART finally arrives and zoomed pass us and goes across the street to the Marriott – so we start to cross the street and she takes off again. Aaaargh. She finally deigns to return about 25 minutes later and let me tell you she was very attitudinal. She was really mean to some folks at the Marriot stop about purchasing tickets. They were nicely inquiring about buying tickets and she snapped, “I don’t sell tickets – you’ll have to buy them inside the hotel!” They meekly responded that they didn’t care if they had to just purchase one-way fares so that they could just get to the Park.

Well, we finally made it to DL. Did I mention that the sun was shining brightly and it was quite warm (since we couldn’t really tell what the weather was like from our hotel room window and couldn’t find any weather forecasts on TV – being Saturday and all -- so we packed all of our rain gear). So, now its Saturday – the most crowded day of the week – a nice warm day – and DL was PACKED. Well, it seemed really crowded but it really wasn’t all that bad. Hey, what happened to us having the Park all to ourselves?! And, our late start probably didn’t help matters – however, the extra rest was really nice. I wouldn’t say that I was in a bad mood when we arrived – but that intrusive early 20th Century Music on Main Street was starting to bug the hell out of me. Not a good sign. Karen said that I needed to eat.

But, first, we needed to put all our rain gear and jackets in a locker. They are $7 per day but you have use of it all day in with in-and-out privileges. It was kind of hard to figure out since like everything else these days it is “high tech.” So, finally we got our stuff stowed and were on our way to eat.

We decided on some “emergency” skewers at the Bengal Barbeque. I wanted another bacon wrapped asparagus one; and I believe Karen had one of the beef ones. We also decided to get an order of breadsticks to share (they are more like big fluffy rolls in the shape of an “S” (snake – tiger tails) – you get two per order) and a nice Diet Coke. But, as usual, I thought that the breadsticks needed butter. I knew that they had butter at the condiment bar (trolley?) at the French Market so I decided to go over there to procure some butter while Karen waited in line. I felt a tad conspicuous but no one seemed to pay any attention. I loaded up on butter chips (4 or 5) and went back to meet Karen at B-BBQ. To the consternation of the folks in line I was able to secure one of the little tables. We sat there and enjoyed our food. People kept giving us those “hurry up and eat” looks but I tried ignoring them. Some ladies seated across from us were eating the vegetable skewers. The skewers didn’t appear to be well cooked (no grill lines and not brown) but the veggies were ENORMOUS (compared to the teensy albeit, tasty meat ones). They had like two really big red potatoes, red and green peppers, onions (I think), zucchini and yellow squash. If you ask me, those veggies (especially the potatoes) were SCREAMING for butter. Perhaps the folks in line were wondering where we got the butter.

I felt much better after eating. Since the Tip Board had previously said that Splash Mountain had a 20 minute wait we headed over there. I don’t remember how long we waited – but it wasn’t very long. I wished that I had my poncho with me. But, at least I had my Crocs in my purse in a plastic bag – so I took off my tennis shoes and socks – put them in the bag – and exchanged them for the Crocs. Once on the log, I rolled my pants legs up as far as I could so that they looked like shorts. I stayed fairly dry. Karen was a tad more wet – but a good sport, nonetheless. Very fun! After that we went on Winnie the Pooh and that was very enjoyable too. We browsed around in that WTP candy shop afterwards and I bought Jodi a WTP honey squeeze bear (it made me think of Barry B. Benson’s (Jerry Seinfeld in a Bee Movie) distain for using BEARS as a container for HONEY. “Bears steal bee’s honey!”). But, I digress…

Then we went on the Haunted Mansion. At least this time no CMs yelled at us for not taking our seats fast enough. As we were walking to BTMRR – Karen looked down and spied a crumpled $10 bill. She was very excited (she loves finding money – I’m always telling her not to pick up pennies in the street). As she unwrapped it, she discovered unhappily that it was a fake sawbuck that had some kind of message in it like: “Disappointed its not a real $10 bill? Getting to know Jesus is more valuable than money.” True. But I don’t think that Jesus would approve of people tricking folks with fake bills.

After another great trip on the “wildest ride in the wilderness” we stopped to watch the end of a very funny comedy skit in front of the Golden Horseshoe. By this time we were both in need of some ice cream. The only problem is that Karen wanted an ice cream bar and I wanted hand-packed ice cream (flavor TBD – Mint chip? Strawberry? Rainbow sherbet? Chocolate chip?). We decided that Karen would get her Mickey Bar on Main Street and wait for me at the yellow and white umbrellas while I went down to the Gibson Girl Creamery. Since the parade was fixin’ to start – there was quite a long queue for ice cream. I decided to get the mint sundae (without chocolate chips – I don’t like hard crunchy candy with ice cream). I figured that Karen would help me eat it. And, a big cup of (free) ice water (the best deal on the property). By this time the sky was getting very dark – like it might rain soon. The parade had started by the time I got back so we sat there and watched it. I didn’t think it was very impressive – the floats looked kind of cheap (but we’re really not parade people). Maybe its better at night.

So, after the parade crowd dispersed we decided to ride Space Mountain. The standby line was about 45 minutes long so I suggested that we get FPs for later this evening. I think the return time was around 7:15 p.m. Then we walked onto Buzz Lightyear (I just found out that the vehicles actually spin – but I discovered that at the END of the ride -- LOL). We started thinking about having something for dinner but we were undecided about what to do. Eat at Downtown Disney or go offsite? Karen said that she’d like to go to Rainforest Café. I said why don’t we call them and finds out how long the walk-in time was. They said at the time it was about 35 minutes. Okay, that’s do-able. We’d have to wait anywhere we’d pick on a Saturday night. We went to the locker and got all of our stuff – just in case we never made it back to DL that evening. Good thing, too. Because it started raining just about the time we got to Downtown Disney. The light rain was very pleasant – especially if you had an umbrella. Most folks seemed unprepared and were running for cover. By the time we got to RFC – there was quite a long line standing in front of the podium. I figured that since it started raining it must have brought all of the diners in. We waited in line but it moved rather quickly. The guy at the desk said that now it was an hour to an hour fifteen minutes wait since they had to move diners from the patio inside. After consulting Karen, I said, “Okay” and then the host said, “We’ll call you in an hour to an hour-and-a-half.” What?! Whatever.

Since it was mostly families with kids waiting to be seated -- the small, but attractive bar wasn’t overly crowded, so we decided to have a nice glass of wine to make the time pass faster. Amazingly, we found two butt-contoured animal seats together at the bar (I say amazingly, since lately every time we’ve seen two empty seats – they always seem to be already taken). So we ordered a couple glasses of chardonnay and I was thinking that the $5.25 (or was it $4.75?) seemed awfully expensive for what we were drinking; but then I realized that at DCA Karen and I have no problem paying $6.50 for a teeny (albeit full) glass of Riesling. Then our darling bartender asked us if he could bring us some food. Perfect! I didn’t even think about that. We ordered a three-cheese pizza to share and it was delivered to us in a matter of minutes. It was very good. We had a second round; and by then we were finished eating. Another bartender made pleasant small talk with us and we talked Disney for a few minutes. I’m sure we left the restaurant before they ever deigned to call our name. Ha!


When we left the RFC – the rain had stopped and the air had a balmy, almost tropical feel to it. We decided to ride the Monorail (which I love taking) back to DL so that we could use our Space FPs. Oh great. Another bag check. Sigh. After a few days, it gets a bit tiresome and we are starting to feel somewhat violated (yeah, I know its for our safety, but still – especially since I’ve had to unzip all of my purse compartments almost every time. “What’s in here?” they ask regarding my Crocs in a plastic Target bag. “Shoes.” “Oh.”).

So, we walked up to the bag check and the man couldn’t have been nicer. “What do we have here?” he asked in the friendliest manner about my full DL bag. “We have a rain poncho and an umbrella,” I replied, as I showed him. We boarded the Monorail and got off at the TomorrowLand Station (really no choice – these days it’s a one-way trip). We decided to ride the Autopia (which although we both love, haven’t ridden in years). The line was rather long but it was pretty entertaining being in line. I love watching the loop on the jumbo-tron and its pretty long. I think it only repeated once. Then there’s the part in the queue wherein they have those cute windows with the scenes with the Chevron Cars (my Dad retired from Chevron – so I have a particular affection for those vehicles). After that, a pleasant and smiling young CM handed us our “driver’s licenses.” I really love those (remember those cards they used to give out on Indiana Jones? I miss them). “Thank you!” we said. Just as we were going down the stairs, it started officially raining again. Karen tied her fleece zebra scarf over her head. “Ravishing babushka, Karen!” I exclaimed. I put my own leopard scarf over my head too. The ride was fun (maybe even more fun since it was raining) and Karen drove so that I could enjoy the scenery. As we were exiting the ride – I had a little difficulty getting up – not because I’m so decrepit – but because I had a big DLR bag and my huge canvas purse that I needed to grab as I exited the car. “Do you need help getting out?” the CM asked me. No, just give me a second.

By then our FPs for Space Mountain had expired but they will let you use them after the time listed until Park closing (thank you, Unofficial Guide Book!) so we got on with no difficulty. We were seated in the front car (rocket?) and I think it was a tad scarier. We had fun, though and, as usual, exhilarating. I particularly like the swirly tube at the beginning and the light show at the end. After that we both decided that we were about ready to call it a night so we decided to leave the Park. I loved seeing Main Street all wet and shiny. Very cool (did I mention that I love rain?). So, we went back to the Hilton.

A very strange occurrence happened when we arrived back to the 5th floor of the hotel. There were actually other guests entering and exiting rooms and walking the corridors! This appeared odd but not unpleasant. Its just that it seemed like the Hilton had completely forgotten about the 5th floor until then (or maybe because of the construction; and the fact that we specifically requested that floor). In fact I was actually happily surprised when our room had a USA Today outside our room on Thursday morning.

“Pretty Woman” was on ABC. It must have been the director’s cut or I completely forgot about a couple of scenes. 1. At the fancy business dinner meeting (the one where Vivian shoots the snail across the room) -- during the main course she takes out a package ketchup and spreads it on her food. 2. When Vivian and Richard (?) go to see her hooker friend, Kit, at the Blue Banana Night Club (I think that was the name) – some gang guys threaten him and Darryl (the chauffeur) shows that he is carrying a gun so they leave him alone.

At some point I was looking through my receipts (not painful at all since we mostly used our Disney Gift Cards at the Resort) and I came across the one from Buca di Beppo – if you call the 800 number and answer a million questions you would get $10 off your next visit. So I’m thinking how to make it back there before we leave Anaheim.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

It was quite the miracle but somehow we got all packed up and ready to check out by about 10:30 so that we could enjoy the Parks as much as possible on our last day (I always like to have fun on my travel days too – unlike some of my anal girlfriends who like to leave early on the last day of vacation so that they can get home early in order to “get ready for work and do their laundry”-- ick). I asked the very nice man at the bell desk if they could please hold our luggage and he happily obliged. Then we were on our way to DL!

Karen and I shared a Really Big Cinnamon Roll and a coffee from the Blue Ribbon Bakery and ate inside at the little tables inside the pretty Gibson Girl Creamery. The sky was filled with rain clouds and it was very cold and windy. We walked through the Castle and went on Peter Pan with only a 20 minute wait. Then I really wanted to go on Alice in Wonderland again before it started raining (since they close it during the rain). The wait wasn’t very long – maybe 15 minutes. There was this mean older dad with two little girls in front of us in line. They had kid-sized rain ponchos sort of tied around them. One of the girls was gently tugging at the plastic. He picked her up and said directly into her scared little face, “If you do that again, you will not get to go on ANY more rides!” Karen and I exchanged eyeballs rolls. I just love Alice and this trip was a record for me – 3 times!

Then we went next-door to the delightful Tea Cups (its funny for years I never gave them a second thought – but now its one of my favorites since 2006 – Oh, and we don’t spin – just ride). Just as the ride began it started to rain – not too strong, but steady. It was really fun and exciting being on the Mad Tea Party while it was raining. Once again, Karen tied her scarf over her head (as did I) and I said, “Ravishing Babushka!” Yeah, I know, I said that to her last night but how often does one get to say that? (I’ve been saving it for years!) We had planned to hit Gadget’s Go-Coaster (for Karen) at some point that day and Karen mentioned it -- but Toontown is a fairly long walk even from FL – and I was not even sure the ride would be open – it has a short track like Alice in Wonderland. So, Karen reluctantly agreed to save it for next time.

Once more we got in line for Peter Pan and by now it was just pouring! FantasyLand was as vacant as I’ve ever seen it. We were very happy that we had our umbrellas since the first part of the queue is uncovered. I shared my umbrella with a nice lady in front of us and she said to me, “My friend!” She had two nice boys and we got into a pleasant little conversation in line. She told me that they had just gotten up to the front of the line to ride Alice and then they “turned it off.” So, we got to ride Peter Pan three times on this trip also! In the past, I’ve been lucky if we could get in one flight to Neverland. After we abandoned ship we went next door to Mr. Toad (another favorite). Then we went on the Carousel. It was naturally a very short wait -- but during that time, rain was almost streaming through the violet awning. It was funny – I looked over at Dumbo and there was absolutely NO ONE in line. I have NEVER seen that before! At first, I thought it was closed – but it was indeed open --there were just very few folks willing to brave the downpour (probably more parents than kids would be my guess). Then we went on Pinocchio’s Daring Journey and, finally, Snow White’s Scary Adventures. By this time we were getting very hungry so we decided to head over to DCA to get some ribs at the Taste Pilots Grill. It had stopped raining, but the pavement was wet and shiny (and the sun even peeked out for a moment) and it was a COLD walk down Main Street.

Once at DCA it started raining again. Inside the seating area at the Taste Pilot’s Grill was absolutely packed with nowhere open to sit. I know it doesn’t rain very often in Southern California – but it would be nice at Disney if WHEN it rains (or is especially chilly) they made a little more effort to make guests comfortable (especially while trying to eat). Like maybe a huge-clear-heated tent over some of the outdoor dining venues (or even one place). Kind of like the tent they had covering the Red Carpet at the Academy Awards this past February. But, I digress…

My sister and I decided to leave the TPG for the time being (how are we going to eat ribs standing in the rain?) and go on the Tower of Terror. Maybe it was because of the rain but the CMs at the ToT were out of character and were very friendly and smiling, “Good afternoon! Welcome! Come on in!” “I hope they have a vacancy,” I said to Karen. Within moments we were being ushered into the library. Once we were in the boiler room and walked up the stairs – I liked how when the instructions were in Spanish – it was also in the “spooky voice” I never noticed that before. The drops were very fun and we both experienced some serious “air time” (surprisingly, not really scary, just exciting). And, it was particularly cool when at the top of the elevator shaft when the doors opened looking out over DCA -- the sun was shining and it was pouring rain. After it was over, I asked, “Is that it?” – I like saying that.

Then we walked back to the TPG where the lunch rush was over and we found a table. I went up and ordered the 5X Ribs platter for us to share and a Diet Coke each. The ribs were delicious and I absolutely loved the coleslaw, and the criss-cut fries were very good also. We definitely will be eating here on our next trip! They didn’t have toweletts (sp?) but we had some in our purses from the Bengal BBQ.

Then we did Turtle Talk with Crush which we’ve never seen before. It had its moments but not something I would be interested in doing again (dude!). After that we left to go back to Buca di Beppo. Of course we weren’t very hungry; but if we didn’t eat something else we’d be starving the rest of the evening. Now, the day before when I called the Disneyland Express to arrange for a pickup I fudged a little on our flight time saying that our flight was at 10:30 p.m. rather than the actual 9:40 p.m. I don’t like getting to the airport three hours before our flight. So, we were supposed to be back to the Hilton for pickup by 6:35. Anyway to make a long story short everything ended up taking a really long time – the ART was extremely late (quelle surprise) – I had to call DLE and a very snotty girl said that the next pickup at the Hilton was at 7:35 (yikes). I think we ended up making it to LAX at 8:30-ish. Fortunately, there was no line to check-in our bags. Lesson learned: Okay to fudge on flight time – but next time I will make sure to get back to the hotel at the right time to catch the bus.

Anyway, once we got to the Horizon gate – there were a group of folks standing around in deep conversation. Turns out that since the weather conditions were so bad that the flight would probably still leave LAX -- but if it was too windy to land the plane in Santa Rosa -- we would return to LAX where we would have to stay until the next flight out at 8:00 a.m. It was kind of a bonding moment with the other passengers as we commiserated. After a few minutes, they announced that the flight would leave as scheduled and would be able to land; but that it would be a bumpy flight. Great. As we were walking down the jet way outdoors to the tarmac I thought, “Oh no, I haven’t prayed in days!” It was indeed a rough flight (but I’ve been on worse) and there was no beverage and snack service. Couldn’t they at least hand you a bag of peanuts as you board the plane? Thankfully, I had saved my EW to read on the way home and it was a good issue so that kept me occupied.

At about 11:00 Karen and I started getting hungry and started discussing food options. I would have liked In n’ Out Burger but didn’t feel like driving all the way to Rohnert Park. We decided on getting sourdough burgers at the Jack in the Box around the corner from where we live. I think it was around 11:30 p.m. when we landed (whew!). We retrieved our luggage and walked to the parking lot. The gate was open so I didn’t pay (you use your credit card). I felt a little guilty; but since I can rationalize most things I told myself that maybe the credit card thingy wasn’t working. So we went to JitB and it was closed. Aren’t these fast food places open 24 hours (turns out its only Friday and Saturday nights and this was Sunday night)? Wendy’s was also closed; but at least the McDonalds was open. Karen got a quarter pounder and I got a filet-o-fish (without tartar sauce). When we got home there were no nasty notes from the property manager taped to our door (I told them we’d be gone) and no bad messages on the machine. There was a FedEx envelope in front of our door containing my severance checks (kind of weird to have thousands of dollars in checks just left on your doorstep). We ate our food (it was very satisfying) and watched two episodes of Throwdown with Bobby Flay. At about 2:30 I went to bed thus ending another fabulous trip to Disneyland.

We (I) would like to get at least one more trip out of our APs. And since I would like to experience the Food and Wine Festival -- the target date is April 2008. Until then, thanks for reading!

I loved your report! My sister acts the same way, but it does make life more interesting.:)

I always love your reports. Thanks!!

I did not know there were reports on her until this morning. How fun to read yours.

Awwww... Thanks! It means SO MUCH to me to get your nice replies! I was afraid to check -- I was scared someone would say that my trip report was too boring or something... You made my day!

Gloria

Know it's late and all, but Super Shuttle is $10 one way from SNA and $16 one way from LAX. It's actually cheaper then the Disneyland Resort Express (which is run by Grey Line Tours).

Also, debit cards are a HORRIBLE way to pay for your room or put on file for incidentals. Guests tend to not understand the debit system and then they freak out later.