This past weekend I went to Disneyland. And I drove there. And I didn't take any vacation days off work. So pretty much I did a total of about 20 hours of driving over the course of about 56 hours. And for the record, I wanted to fly. But alas, I was not planning this trip and so I was forced, against my will mind you, to not have an opinion.
I didn't decide when we were leaving. I didn't know where we were staying. I didn't know what time we were coming home. Seriously, I don't remember that last time I gave up all form of control and went with the flow. Of course I had my fair share of freaks outs because I had no idea what was going on. But once those past, I kind of liked letting someone else worry about the details. In fact, I really liked it.
Previous to leaving, my friend Diania told me to buy my tickets to Disneyland on Ebay. I thought this was odd, but she told me that she has had success twice with purchasing that way. And so I found 2 tickets for $110. Score. Only catch, you have to pick them up at a random office down the street from Disneyland.
When I told my friend J* that I purchased our tickets on Ebay and that we would have to pick them up when we got there, he was convinced we were going to get shot. I think his exact words were, "So we're picking them up in a dark alley? Yea, we're going to get killed." I assured him this was safe and that I was saving us money. And just in case, I would bring my taser as a precaution.
So when we pulled up to the building and all it said was TICKETS on the front, he pushed me out of the car and said, "good luck woman. Don't get blood on my ticket." Wow, he is such a gentleman.
Wait, he is a gentleman. He came with me. He didn't want to have to drive home alone. So we walk up to the front door and it says, "Go To Back Door". I look at J* and smile, but I pulled out my taser just in case. And as you can see by the fact that I am actually posting today, that we made it out alive. In fact, it was the easiest transaction we could have made. No line to wait in. No crazy people pushing to get ahead of me. Just a friendly guy and his wife selling us tickets from a legit and successful business.**
Best decision I made that trip. Well, I take that back. Best decision was to sing I'm a Little Tea Pot to the Disneyland workers to let our group get into the FastPass line for Space Mountain. Yes, that was the best decision.
I'll give you one picture from the trip. Only because it is the only picture I don't look like a hot mess in.
Wait, here's one more. I took a picture of the picture from Tower of Terror. I heart pictures where people's faces are distorted and look ridiculous. Plus, it shows the great joy that only happens in Disneyland.
**This business in fact is NOT illegal in California. Surprisingly enough.