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Wreaking Havoc In The Magic Kingdom
For Christmas, Jorge's mother gave us hotel reservations at the Garden Grove Hyatt and three-day passes to Disneyland and California Adventure. Our reservations were for this past weekend, so we made the one hour trek from Daygo up to "the" O.C. (when Orange County became "the" O.C. and joined the ranks of The Bronx and The Hague, I'll never know).
California Adventure was great - going there on Monday and Tuesday ensured that there were no lines at all. We rode the Grizzly Mountain Rapids ride (or whatever they call it) twice. Good thing we had ponchos the second time around. And during Pirates of the Caribbean, I had a great time making a total ass of myself and singing "Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a Pirate's Life For Me" at the top of my lungs.
When did Disney become all badass? It's switched from floofy and Fantasyland to sassy, with some edge and attitude. Not that I'm complaining, understand. Now they actually have accessories and clothes that I'd buy and not feel like an idiot wearing.
I thought this entry was going to be all deep and profound, somehow, but really, how deep and profound can you be with Disney? They say that good ol' Walt was a member of the Priory of Sion, in which case I could get into an intricate web of Catholic conspiracies, but this vacation kind of wore me out, so I think I'm going to go bask in my sloth.
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