Day two in Anaheim was sun and adventure filled. Mary and I kicked it off with breakfast from room service. Then we checked out because we had to switch rooms and stowed our bags before heading to Disneyland. We rode some rides and ate some food. Lunch reservations were at the Blue Bayou, which shared an indoor space with Pirates of the Caribbean—the best ride ever because it’s long and air conditioned and we got to sit in a boat.
After lunch we waited in some more ride lines. It got pretty toasty outside as well. I purchased a delicious Mickey Mouse pretzel before getting in line for Indiana Jones Adventure. Between eating, seeing the girl reading Fifty Shades* in line, and briefly listening to the Australian in front of us, the hour passed relatively quickly.
After Indiana Jones Adventure (which was also awesome), we were hot and hungry, so we headed back to the hotel to check in to our new room with the intention of going back to the park later in the evening. We ordered late lunch/early dinner from room service, and I internally cried over the giant blister that had formed under my toe. I think at some point we went to the pool, too.
I wasn’t feeling too hot by the end of the night. Mary went back to the park alone. I stayed back in the room and really . . . let go. *shifty eyes* I got a lot of reading done while I was alone, so that was good, and the fireworks were fun to watch from the balcony.
Below are photos of food, Disney, more food, more Disney, more food, evidence of the girl getting her Fifty on, the view from our new hotel room, yet more food, fireworks, and the monster blister on my toe.
*I mean, what the fuck? Really? Leave your poorly written pr0n at home. You’re surrounded by children for Christ’s sake. At the very least take a page from this girl‘s book and use an ereader.
BRK says
There is no avoiding getting sick at a theme park. The hot, the lines, the rides, the food, the children, the noise, the bright colors…… I’ll be honest, they are right behind Branson, MO on my list of places I do not want to go. ….p.s. I’m glad you’re feeling better.
Jill says
Yeah. Now if it were the State Fair, that would be a completely different story.