Sunday, June 19, 2011

Disneyland - day 2 - We ordered in Pizza.

Happy Father's Day to all to whom it applies!  I'm blaming Father's Day Sunday on the mostly pleasant freeway driving that was to be had coming into Los Angeles.  Most everyone kept to the speed limit, kept to their own lanes, and I only saw one person on their phone.  This is in stark contrast to the last time we drove through Utah County where every busy bee in the hive was buzzing about enraged with cell phones permanently attached to the sides of their heads, causing them to swerve to and fro in the most anxiety producing way possible.  I barely survived.

Utah is a red state and California a blue one.  Take what you will from that.

Today is also my youngest son's 6th birthday.  We made a stop in Barstow to pee and pick up groceries and the kid chose some of the most amazing cupcakes for our mini in the hotel room party.  Pizza was delivered.  I ate a lot of both.  Travelling means I'm constipated.  Also take what you will from that.

This hotel room has a much better view.  We have separate bedrooms, kids from adults, with a balcony that faces California Adventure.  In ten minutes the wall separating these two rooms is going to become worth 100 times more than what we actually paid for our stay.  Take what you will, yadda yadda.

I don't know about the rest of California and Los Angeles, but that's some excellent equity right there.

Tomorrow, Tiki Room.  Oh yes.

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