Monday, June 16, 2008

I heart vacations

This is Patrick. Note that he is standing in flip flops putting dollars into pay-by-the-hour lockers at Disneyland. In flip flops. He's placing his soggy closed-toed shoes into the locker and walking off to enjoy the rest of Disneyland wearing flip flops. You have no idea how monumental this is for a wife like me. Walt was right. This IS the year of a million dreams.

Amazingly, the advent of the flop-wearing was but a mere detail in our very own California Adventure de 2008.
It's the story of how this boy:

and this girl:

had a great time celebrating their second anniversary.

Our tale begins at the Long Beach airport, which has a decidedly 60s sort of flair. It boasts a total of one terminal and four gates. I was blown away when half the passengers were invited to exit via the back of the aircraft. I'd never been on a tarmac before, and they didn't even make me wear a bright orange vest.

Just about the only downside to traveling without friends or family is that there really isn't anyone to your picture. When I was a kid, my mom made us listen to this tape of the Safety Kids. In one of the songs, kids are encouraged to 'look for a grandma or mother with children' if they are lost. I kept an eye out of anyone innocent looking to hand the camera to, but ultimately chickened out. I swear Southern California is fresh out of grandmas wandering around tourist spots alone. That's how we ended up with a bunch of pictures where you can see Paddy's arms holding out the camera in the reflection of his sunglasses.

It had been over a decade since either the Hubbie or I had been to D-land. Don't worry- we weren't lonely. Lucky for us they supply friends for free there. Take a gander at our new respective BFFs.

A thought: While waiting in line to meet my new pal, I had lots of time to ponder. Initially, I thought her job must be pretty easy. She basically just hangs out on a fake seashell waiting for small girls (and the occasional sarcastic grown woman) to snap pictures with her. However, I should point out that she did have to wear a fake sea shell bra and presumably itchy wig, and she had both of her legs (and hips!) crammed into a fin I probably couldn't fit my upper arm into. That must be why she talks so ridiculously slowly, even to grown ups.

The Husband had a delightful time pointing out what he thought were hilarious choices in verbage on the signs around Disneyland. He very carefully staged both of the following shots.

I guess jokes about private parts never stop being funny to a good old fashioned American boy. Oh well. Can't say that I blame him.
The day after Disneyland, we enjoyed a trip to the Aquarium of the Pacific. While I am not horridly frightened of all aquatic animals like Wendy, I do think jelly fish are about the creepiest things ever.

Sorry about the terrible quality of the picture. Given the contrast in lighting, I had a choice between seeing me pull a face and missing out on the jellies, or seeing the jellies while I look like a shadowy freak. While either could produce a good solid shudder, I ultimately chose jellies. Can you blame me?

You can't convince me that these brainless, spineless things aren't super creepy. Ugh. Far as I can tell, the only thing they are good for is trying out the 'aquarium' setting on the ol' camera.

On the flip side, the aquarium did have some cool stuff, too. This is me touching a real live sting ray, which, per the employee giving running commentary, still had it's stinger. Somehow I managed to ignore the fact that a relative of this cute lil' guy killed Steve Irwin. Rest in peace, Crocodile Hunter.

Of course, what's a trip out of the state without a visit to ye ol' In-N-Out Burger?

While munching on this delectable treat, I actually overheard a funny conversation from the booth next to us. A friendly looking chap with a shaggy mane and no shoes on was giving the following monologue:
And while I was there, I found out they totally had this stuff called fry sauce. I mean, that was what it was actually called! And people seriously knew what you were talking about when you said that! FRY SAUCE! I'm not really sure what it's made of... I mean, it kind of looked like Thousand Island dressing, but it didn't taste like that at all. It was actually pretty good! Weird, huh?

I guess maybe living in Utah is cooler than I thought.
Moving on...
We also checked out the Newport Beach LDS Temple. It was beautiful, and the grounds were gorgeous.

I enjoyed relaxing on the benches while Paddy scouted around trying to take pictures of the rabbits that apparently inhabit the sacred surroundings. He must've given up.
We also spent time on the beach wondering why we live in a state without any legitmate sand. I debated the merits of posting a picture of the mangy cat we saw at the pier, but settled on this pelican instead. I bet it had less fleas.

We took about 200 more pictures, but I'm sort of bored of this post even though I'm the author. California rocks, but their gas prices suck. Not that it's much consolation to the rest of us.


Wendy said...

Jellyfish and stingrays? Are you trying to give me nightmares, woman?!

Samantha Kennicott said...

Sounds like so much fun! I LOVE Disneyland. P.S. I also had the safety kids tapes and I remember that song very well. :)

Liv said...

Safety Kids!! Yea!!

I'm so glad you got to get away for a sun-filled celebration!! The pictures are great. Love it.

Johnson Fam said...

The Safety Kids!!! Now that's a blast from the past! I had to laugh when you mentioned that, we listened to that song growing up too! That's awesome! Sounds like you guys had fun on your trip! So jealous you got to go to the beach! And the weather looked pretty nice for ya too! I LOVE reading your blog! I can hear you say everything on it too!

Keep in touch!