I went to Disneyland on Saturday.
Yes. There's nothing better than Disneyland. Except maybe fucking. Oh shits, did I say that out loud? There could be kids reading this thing!
There's really no more to say about that except that I had a FANFUCKINGTASTIC time. The beginning was a little bit awkward just because I only knew two of the people who went, and they happened to be a couple. The other folks were all Armenian, and spent at least 25% of the time discussing life in another language. Oh noes!
Luckily, that kind of thing doesn't matter much when you're in the happiest place on earth. We rode all the big rides at least once, and we must have gone on Thunder Mountain railroad roughly ten gazillion times.
We also brought some "magic water" (read: raspberry vodka), so once the people I didn't know left, the three of us got a little zonked and ran around acting like total fucking idiots.
Interesting thing to note: you're not allowed to smoke in disneyland. They have these specialized "smoking areas" where old, wrinkled bikers huddle around each other, pulling comfort from their cigarettes. I could always tell when I was approaching a smoking area because EVERY smoker in the park seems to conglomerate there. You can smell the acrid scent of burning tobacco from a mile away.
Anyway, this weekend was pretty awesome. I get to see the Boy I've Been Pseudo Dating tonight. Glee (!)
Yes. There's nothing better than Disneyland. Except maybe fucking. Oh shits, did I say that out loud? There could be kids reading this thing!
There's really no more to say about that except that I had a FANFUCKINGTASTIC time. The beginning was a little bit awkward just because I only knew two of the people who went, and they happened to be a couple. The other folks were all Armenian, and spent at least 25% of the time discussing life in another language. Oh noes!
Luckily, that kind of thing doesn't matter much when you're in the happiest place on earth. We rode all the big rides at least once, and we must have gone on Thunder Mountain railroad roughly ten gazillion times.
We also brought some "magic water" (read: raspberry vodka), so once the people I didn't know left, the three of us got a little zonked and ran around acting like total fucking idiots.
Interesting thing to note: you're not allowed to smoke in disneyland. They have these specialized "smoking areas" where old, wrinkled bikers huddle around each other, pulling comfort from their cigarettes. I could always tell when I was approaching a smoking area because EVERY smoker in the park seems to conglomerate there. You can smell the acrid scent of burning tobacco from a mile away.
Anyway, this weekend was pretty awesome. I get to see the Boy I've Been Pseudo Dating tonight. Glee (!)
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hassenmaschine:
Im such a disney whore......i wish id went......*jealous*
antihero:
Last time I went it made me kinda sad....due to the fact it still has that 1950's deco and it also made me realize that I'm not little anymore and never will be again....at least until my next life when I come back as a cat...meow (name the movie)