Manifest Destiny 2015

The Happiest Place on Earth…Til It Rains

Blog title credit: My amazing cousin Owen (he told me to call him that).

A two hour drive was the only thing that kept us from Anaheim, the promised land, where it all began, DISNEYLAND! This was a momentous day in my life. Ever since I had watched the Disneyland Singalong Fun special when I was 2, and questioned why Disney World had no Matterhorn, Casey Jr. Train, or one-behind-the-other Splash Mountain, I have awaited the day that I would visit the sister location of the most Magical Place On Earth. Not to mention this was the one that started it all! The house that Walt built! The homeland of Club 33! I was about as excited well, as a nerd going to Disneyland for the first time. I couldn’t get there fast enough.

We arrived at the train station and I was trying really hard to tear up. Meanwhile everyone else was scrambling to get the tickets ready, and frantic about posing for pictures, asking where lunch destinations were… I tuned it out. I had made it.

The boys and I were going to start by fastpassing the Matterhorn, but of course we later found out that there IS no fastpass for the Matterhorn, so we ditched that option and got in line for Space Mountain. The line was an hour long, but we were able to jump ahead a little bit when they said that the ride had broken down, and then a ton of people got out of line. However, we still waited the 55 minutes that were advertised…so yeah…

After we got off the ride, the downpour began. I wouldn’t say downpour, per se, but rather steady sustained heavy rain. One major difference between Disneyland and Disney World is the amount of indoor space. Where Disney World keeps most of its lines indoors under cover, Disneyland has most of its lines out in the elements. The element of the day of course was water. We stood in the 20 minute line for Pirates of the Caribbean, Justin, Owen, Auntie Brenda, Mom and I, becoming drenched in the rain. We had finally made it to Disneyland and we were sopping wet. It was so anticlimactic. “Yay Disneyland!” We all said with wet hair and runny makeup.

When we left Pirates, we wanted a snack, so we headed over to the Jolly Holiday Bakery, which I am familiar with because of the Disney Food Blog. Betcha didn’t know I was THAT big of a nerd. Mom and I split a turkey sandwich and a 60th Anniversary Celebration cupcake. The cupcake was a big hit. It was lemon cake, mousse frosting and strawberry filling. The food blog did not lead me astray.

We went back to the hotel to prep better for a rainy day. At that point, we split off. Mom, Memere, Grampa, Auntie Brenda, and Justin went to watch the Red Sox play the Angels. Meanwhile Auntie Stacey, Matthew, Owen and I returned to Disneyland. We knew that decision was the right one. While they were at the game, we got to do all the big stuff. Space Mountain again, the Matterhorn, Mr. Toad, Small World, Haunted Mansion, Big Thunder, Winnie the Pooh (that last one just kind of happened, we rode it ironically…)

I ALSO found the door to Club 33, the (not so) secret exclusive restaurant for members only. I obviously couldn’t go in, but I FOUND IT. Later I saw a bunch of guys walking around with gift bags from there, I wanted to ask them if they could let me in. Or marry me or something.

Later Mom, Auntie Brenda, Grampa, and Justin reunited for us and we closed down the park. We rode the Indiana Jones ride, which was awesome, and then the Matterhorn, Star Tours, and Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters. Fun fact, I am a Space Scout level Space Ranger.

We returned to the hotel where the air conditioning was broken, so that was a fiasco. Oh well. Tomorrow’s another day!

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