I think I’ve mentioned before that I cry when good things happen.
When bad things happen I just get kind of quiet and internally miserable.
I spent the last few days in San Diego California with the very lovely Leah, there was supposed to be a group of us gathered together at her home for the weekend talking about our hopes, dreams, fears and favorite ice cream flavors. But life happened and one by one the other participants dropped off.
Except for me and my non refundable, non transferrable flight.
“I’m coming no matter what.” was my reply.
The two of us talked about our hopes, dreams, fears, kids, parents, and we even touched lightly on ice cream flavors (yes Leah, peanut butter DOES want to be in ice cream.) We wandered through the most abundant farmer’s market I’ve ever been to, we bought fresh eggs, ate heirloom tomatoes so flavorful I actually ate them by the mouthful (and I’ve never liked tomatoes in my life.) We tried something called lemon quark that has pretty much changed my life in whatever way a cheese can change your life.
As fate would have it, Disney had one of their cruise ships at port in San Diego and through Babble I was able to get onboard for a tour and a lovely lunch. Hello magic on the ocean, you lookin’ fine. (I cried three times on the boat, maybe once more because they made us get off.) Later that night we ate crab out of buckets while watching the sunset over the Pacific.
It was not a terrible way to spend a Friday at all.
Saturday morning we were going to poke around Old Town San Diego, eat some food and enjoy each other’s company when a line from an email I had received late the night before popped into my head.
“Be sure to let us know if you’re ever headed to Disneyland!”
The night before I brushed it off, I live in Indiana, we won’t be headed to Disneyland anytime soon. *sad trombone* You see, I had emailed the Disney employee (Hi Chris! Walk and talk! Walk and talk!) to thank him for hosting me on the ship that day. I was feeling especially grateful to be there since all the other lovely ladies on the tour were local to the area and had far more opportunity to interact with Disney than I have ever had. He wrote me back and told me about his wife’s birthday at Disneyland and how much fun he had being back onboard the ship as well, he closed with “Let us know if you’re ever headed to Disneyland!”
“Leah? Would you want to go to Disneyland today?”
Through several somewhat confusing (on my part due to the excitement of OMGYAYDISNEYLAND! being a possibility) interactions, I got in contact with Chris and said “We’re headed to Disneyland! YAY!” We were going regardless of what Chris replied with, but bless his Long Island heart he replied with “There’s three park hopper passes waiting for you at Guest Relations.”
Leah and her adorable husband Joe agreed that I had the excitement of a 10 year old in a 30 year old body which is probably totally true although I would argue 7 year old because have you met Addie?
There was some guilt that my husband and two small children were back home in Indiana while I was on Splash Mountain and winking at Goofy, but I told myself it was research, RESEARCH! Oh you guys, it was so much fun. The ambient noise of Disneyland is one of the most soothing noises in existence and the smell on Main Street? The one that smells like popcorn, candy, dreams and wishes? It’s easily my most favorite smell in the world. I cried, naturally, but I kept my sunglasses on to mask my joy lest I make anyone else uncomfortable with my enthusiasm.
After only 15 minutes even Leah, who I could tell was wildly skeptical about spending a day at Disneyland on a total whim, admitted to feeling things.
Shireen once said that if she has a raincloud over her head, I have a rainbow throwing out sprinkles with a unicorn leaping over it (or something to that effect) and it’s kind of completely true. Say what you want about Disney, Disneyland, Disneyworld and Disney cruises, but y’all? This world needs that kind of magic. This world needs streets that smell of cotton candy and caramel apples. This world needs princesses, giant dog costumes and happy smiling faces at every turn. This world needs fireworks every night and a place where responsible adults can walk around in ridiculous hats with ears and be considered completely normal.
Disney is where that stuff happens.
Perhaps if you’re a curmudgeon you’ve never noticed that no matter how grouchy people are after waiting in line for an hour for a four minute ride, they always come off windblown with happiness. We went on three rides Saturday, each with an hour long line. We maybe spent 15 minutes total on the actual rides but came out inexplicably happy from all three and those three hours we spent in line are just remembered as time we spent hanging out together as friends.
Thank you Leah for inviting me to your home, thank you Cody for letting me go, thank you Babble for passing my name along to Disney Cruise Lines, thank you Disney Cruise Lines for letting me tour your ship, thank you Chris for hosting us, planting the Disneyland idea and providing us with passes, thank you everyone else for canceling so I could spend the day with my friends at Disneyland, thank you Disneyland for being that place for me, and thank you to Joe for driving and taking such good care of both your lovely wife and me while I was in your home. (Also, a big thanks to Leah and Joe for just rolling with this Indiana girl’s crazy idea of “I KNOW! LET’S GO TO DISNEYLAND!”)