and having tea, crumpets, oatmeal bars, and dried fruit and nuts.
It was freezing cold (hence why we huddled next to the fireplace) but the sky was clear and the sunset was amazing.
Little did we know how much we’d appreciate all the relaxation when Monday rolled around.
We’d been planning to go to Disneyland for a while and since Ali and I are both off work and Maya’s school is closed, we figured, why not Monday?
Most people just drive down to Disney buy tickets at the gate and go from there. Not us. Why? Because we can never do anything the easy way.
Ali began planning and strategizing Christmas Day. He poured over a number of websites trying to find a deal on tickets (no luck), then memorized the park’s map and selected the attractions we’d be visiting, and finally put together a schedule for the day. Maya and I were just relieved it included bathroom breaks.
We were told to report at 06:00 hours on Monday morning. We were too terrified to argue about the early call time. It doesn’t happen often, but when Ali means business, he means business. So after cramming some breakfast down our throats, a la GI Jane, Ali treated us to a roller coaster simulation as we went careening down the 5 freeway. We had not only the car’s GPS telling us where to go, but Ali frequently consulted his iPhone GPS too. One can never have too many directions. Meanwhile, in the backseat Maya looked a little green but she knew deep down there were not going to be any stops, no matter what. I’m pleased to note she was too scared to throw up.
Forty minutes later Maya and I were a bit shaken but happy to be at Disneyland with no visible scars. The park was fully decked out for Christmas:
Ali wasn’t able to appreciate the decor due to his furious pace through Main Street. I could barely keep up but was still able to catch a bit of his muttering that he didn’t understand how other people had gotten there before us.
We made our way through a bunch of rides in an hour and a half because there was absolutely no wait. At that point I had to hand some kudos to Ali for making us get there early. It nearly killed me.
Pirates of the Caribbean, Teacups, Dumbo, and Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride were some of Maya’s favorite rides.
Ali stopped checking his watch to smile for this picture, but then we were a few seconds late for Toon Town.
Luckily we all agreed it was overrated so we were able to leave Toon Town a minute or two early to make up for the photo opportunity.
“No more pictures, Mama.”
Once our bootleg snacks were finished Ali and Maya demanded lunch. By this time we stopped congratulating ourselves on picking a slow day to be at the Happiest Place on Earth and started worrying that soon there wouldn’t be enough room for us to walk.
After a number of attempts to find a restaurant without a 45 minute wait or hot dogs on the menu, we found the Blue Bayou. I truly had no illusions that this restaurant would be good, after all, where can you get decent food at an amusement park?
I ordered the Cajun Salmon with rice and vegetables and am pleased to say it was excellent! The salmon was cooked to perfection and had a nice, spicy kick to it. I didn’t eat much of the rice but the vegetables were good too. Even better was that they sent the chef out to personally speak with me when I requested no butter/cheese. It was amazing that they not only accommodated my food allergies but were so nice in the process.
After lunch we headed to Autopia so Maya could drive. I wasn’t too surprised when we hit traffic.
And naturally, in that traffic we saw a girl doing her lipstick.
Again, not surprised.
We felt warm and fuzzy after visiting It’s a Small World:
We overpaid for some face painting:
Rode some germy horses:
And some of us consumed a ridiculous amount of ice cream with our germy hands:
By this time I was fading fast…too many people, too chilly, and I was way too tired. So we made one last stop to buy some new ears:
And then drove home and collapsed. I was hoping that Maya’s Disney adventure would tire her out for a few days but this morning she woke up bright and early and asked, “What are we doing today, Mama?”
I have no idea, Maya. I have no idea.