I spent a majority of yesterday in a magical place called Disneyland. One of my very best friends (we've been friends for... 12, 13 years now?) is a cast member, and we go once or twice a year. I apparently needed one day of childlike joy to jostle me out of my crankiness and get me back to my semi-normal self. Never once, in all the years I have gone to Disneyland, have I ever seen the White Rabbit in anything besides a parade. Now, I realize I am an adult, but I squeed like a little girl after getting a picture with him. The magic of Disney, no matter how many sordid things I know about it, might never actually be ruined for me. Here are the highlights: rode Space Mountain for my first time (not a huge fan, but at least I actually got on it), got to ride the re-vamped Indiana Jones ride, Captain EO (how I had never seen this before, I don't know), went to The Tiki Room for the first time (that place is just slightly creepy). Have some pictures.
One of the best parts about driving up north is the long drive home at night. I don't like driving short distances at night. But give me a long drive on a chilly night with almost no traffic, and I'm happy. Some nights, nothing beats a good drive by yourself with loud music. I liken it in my head to running. When I run, it's just me and my music, and I can clear my head. Same with long night drives. And only two more days of work this week. I can definitely deal with that. I jsut wish I could have slept in longer this morning. But, I woke up in a good mood, so I can't complain at all.
