Ebjournal Revisited.

Dizz Knee Land

I just flipped off President George… I’m going to Diz Knee Land…

*Wha?* Sorry, I was just reminiscing about my last post, in which I think I got pseudo-spam.

Anyway, how are YOU, faithful 3.1415759 readers? I had a whirlwind weekend, the forthcoming recap of which is not designed to bore you, but to enlighten you.

Friday night, we flew out to the O.C. via American Airlines, who’s motto (”More Leg Room, Less Shoulder Room”) left me gazing enviously at the first class and their jumbo bag of pretzels. I’ve already documented that I don’t like flying. However, instead of drinking before the flight, on this particular flight I tried drinking on the plane. Maybe it was Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, but I think the Jack Daniels mini actually helped. It was tasty, anyway. Oh yeah, the in-flight move was preadolescent chick flick mentioned above. TLEMK’s vote: LAME. Mine: Not as lame as I thought it would be. It was nice to see Alexis Bledel and Amber Tamblyn getting work… playing their exact same TV characters in a movie. We all know I’m a sap, so I’ll move on.

Nothing really eventful happened once we made it to the hotel. We had a kingsize bed. It shore were nice.

Bright and early Saturday morning, we got all gussied up for the wedding of V’s cousin. The wedding took place on The Entertainer, one of those big boats that accomodates 150 people, and yet has only one male and female bathroom. The wedding ceremony last LITERALLY 6 minutes. They walked into a song, they exchanged vows, and pronounced by the captain of the ship, they were married, and walked belowdecks. Then we proceeded to drink as much as possible for the next 3.5 hours. My choice for the momentous occasion was the ever-popular 7&7. It was powerful good, aided by my brother-in-laws keeping my glass filled up to the tip-top. It looked like this:

I had a great time at the wedding reception, which was short enough that I didn’t feel like I was obligated to dance more than three songs.
Afterwards, I got to go to my favorite burger joint in the whole world, which is saying a lot because, well, I don’t really like burgers: IN N’ OUT. Folks, the meat is fresh, the fries are fresh, and they speak a separate language. I got two 2 x 4’s, ketchup instead, and an order of piping hot fries. SO GOOD. The rest of the evening was spent hanging out in the insect-free region known as Southern California. We gathered a couple patio tables, and drank well into the night, interrupted only by a Frosty run, and an hour-and-a-half debate with an uncle and a cousin about the state of education, No Child Left Behind, and character education. I wasn’t inebriated, so it was very hard to follow the circular logic at times. Props to B, my bro-in-law for instigating the discussion, and then sitting back and watching like one of those cats you see watching Pong or a tennis game. (What, too archaic? Obscure?)

Sunday (waaaaaaaay too early) brought the 9 immediate family members (plus V’s Uncle Craig) together for a sojourn to the land of the giant mouse.

Here’s a formula for disaster–

Drinking late + 50 year celebration of Disneyland opening + Labor Day Weekend = 3 rides in 3 hours.

So things were moving REALLY slow in Anaheim on Sunday. We had to wait in two lines just to get into the park.

Also this was not a normal Disney excursion. It was also the first foray into amusement parks by our two and a half year old nephew.

Here’s another recipe. Guess if you can calculate the outcome:

2 and a half year old off sleep routine + waiting in line for an hour + Space Mountain (which is mostly pitch black) =

???

Screaming. The answer, gentle readers, is screaming. Maybe Space Mountain wasn’t the best choice for him, followed quickly by one of those 3-D movies where things seem to blow up on you. He got better, but seriously, the boy did not like not knowing what was going to happen next. In the words of my sister-in-law, “It was kinda funny because he was terrified and screaming but excited all at the same time, and I knew nothing could happen to him, so I felt like laughing at him.”

As a Public Service Announcement, I can tell you that Disney’s California Adventure Theme Park SUCKS. The one roller coaster that they have was closed, and had been for the last five weeks. It was not worth the extra cost to get both parks (which are right across the street from each other) on a one-day ticket.

After losing V’s sister, who is 19, (really, who loses a crowd of nine? When you’re 19? ) but didn’t have a cell phone, and couldn’t find us in the park, tempers were running high. We also lost V’s dad later, but that’s another story for another day. It was all solved by tasty Outback, at a very late dinner.

Monday, we flew back. The plane made a noise that scared V, which almost caused my testes to permanently ascend. (She’s MY rock). This was after having to go through extra screening, three hours before our flight, including very personal wand-waving, and shoe removing. because Someone lost their current driver’s license on the flight to California, which also induced near-panic on Friday. (What if we never get home?) For what it’s worth, that Someone’s name starts with T and ends with LEMK.

All in all, a beautiful weekend. I’m hoping to get more pictures up, but people, it’s been busy. Between celebrating the wedding and the aformentioned birthday, and with starting grad. classes again, it’s hard to make the pictures pretty. *Whew!*

GOOD NIGHT.

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