I’ve returned from Disneyland.
Of course, even a trip to the happiest place on earth is not without shenanigans.
To begin, my mum and I encountered our first honest-to-goodness Disney groupies. We had just retrieved our suitcase from the luggage claim, handed our voucher to the shuttle service, and proceeded to watch the fellow from another shuttle service get in a kerfuffle with the fellow from our shuttle for taking all the business. The two contenders had just reached their respective corners when the groupies arrived—dressed in theme park attire, lanyards and pins around their necks, they bounced up beside us. One made a comment to the fellow in charge—who was in no mood. Whatever her comment, he responded, “That’s fine.”
“That’s fine? That’s fine?!” she exclaimed. “You’re not supposed to say ‘that’s fine,’ you’re supposed to say ‘Hakuna Matata!’”
Now, I’m quite aware you’re not to stare, but it could not be helped; not only did I stare, my mouth gaped. And my mother—the very one who taught me manners—stood in a similar trance.
That’s just the start. The hotel was whole other matter . . .
You know, before we left I dreamt we arrived at our hotel to find it surrounded by pavement and a chain link fence; I meandered down the sidewalk a piece, looked out over several lanes of freeway and yelled, “I can see Disneyland—it’s over there!”
Let’s just say, it wasn’t far off.
Sure, the lobby was lovely; the bellman friendly. They played charming music and had a delightful restaurant where you could dine al fresco. But the room smelled of age and moisture—the walls, it seemed, had worn thin over time.
For most of our stay I thought the cacophony from six lanes of traffic the worst of it—maybe the screaming kids, or the yelling woman.
If only we could be so lucky . . .
For you see, the last night our neighbors decided to get lucky—if you know what I mean and I think that you do.
Not only that, but there was some serious stamina going on next door. Then, the spanking . . .
So it was we fell asleep in a Good Neighbor hotel, and awoke in hell.
We did, of course, enjoy our time in the parks. I’ll touch on that later. But for now, this girl’s got to recover.
And in the words of Pooh, I think I’ll “begin by taking a smallish nap or two.”