It’s All Fun And Games Until Someone Gets Cultured


Amy + Doug 4EVR
In case you didn’t guess it, my super-sophisticated, I’m-an-adult-now Girl’s Trip last week was to Disneyland.  I won’t make excuses for it, even though the comedian Jim Gaffigan calls childless adults at Disneyland wierdos that even Batman-costumed nerds at ComicCon pity.

This is the fourth time I’ve been to Disneyland since turning 25.  I blame this on my parents who – despite taking me to Denmark’s Legoland, Italy’s LunaPark, and Williamsburg’s Busch Gardens – never had the decency to take me across the country to Disneyland.  Since I never went as a kid, I naturally had to make up for it four-fold by going as an adult.  Deluding myself into thinking this was a normal adult activity has always been made easier by the fact that I go with two childless friends who are even older AND even more enthusiastic about Disneyland than am I.

I was so excited about our trip, which we started planning last October, and I had no problems telling other adults what I was planning to do.  I practically bragged about not bringing my kid; after all, I’m not paying $98 to spend the day waiting in line at the Dumbo ride (although I’ll do that, too) when there are roller coasters screaming my name!  And, really, I am happy to wait until Mr. C’s older to take him to a memorable place: this gives him the chance to actually, you know, remember it.
You're Never Too Old For Dumbo

Yes, despite the fact that I was going to be away from my little guy for a week, I was really looking forward to my upcoming trip . . . until about a month ago.  That was when Bee suddenly turned to me and said, “I just can't believe I have a wife who wants to go to Disneyland.”

I blinked at him.  “Why are you surprised?  I like rides, I like costumed-characters, and you know my adoration for anything with a THEME.”  I started mentally-salivating at the thought of the jungles in Adventureland and the castles in Fantasyland.  “I can’t wait to see the buildings in New Orleans Square again,” I added.

“Then why not go to New Orleans?”  Bee asked.

I stared at him, momentarily dumbstruck.  “But . . . but . . . New Orleans doesn’t have little boats you ride while pirates "Yo-Ho" you, or mansions where the ceiling grows and you feel like you’re sinking, or fancy restaurants on the bayou where you get a chocolate medallion with Mickey Mouse stamped into it.”

“But don’t you want to go somewhere you haven’t been to 3 times before?” Bee pointed out.

"Maybe," I admitted, "but Vegas freaked you out and this is where my friends are willing to go.   Besides, we can drive there and stay pretty cheaply, and – thanks to the wonders of THEMES – I’ll get to pretend like I’ve been to all sorts of places in just three days!"
even the BATHROOMS are THEMED (here: Cars Land)

Bee still looked troubled.  “You know my friend Travis’ wife?”

“Sure,” I replied.  “The one who’s obsessed with Kris Allen from American Idol?”

Bee nodded.

“Yeah, I remember,” I said.  “Didn’t she make those tie-dye shirts for every member of Kris Allen’s band?”

Bee nodded.

“And didn’t she and bunch of other 50-year-old ladies host a baby shower for Kris’ expectant wife?”

“Who they’d never even met,” Bee pointed out.

“Yeah,”  I said, “I know who you’re talking about.  She’s . . . interesting.”

Bee just nodded.

“So . . . what’s your point?” I asked.

Bee shrugged.

It took me a moment for realization to hit.  “You’re putting me in the same category as HER?” I gasped, horrified.

And then I became self-conscious, and I no longer wanted to tell anyone where I was going to go.  I could suddenly picture the other Kindergarten parents asking Bee about my disappearance, and how he’d have to sheepishly admit that his 35-year-old wife was in Disneyland . . . alone.  So I started telling people I was just taking a girl’s trip to California . . . then quickly changing the subject.  I think that’s how Bee handled last week, as well.

I started off on my trip with some trepidation, but determined to have fun.  I drove to California with my friend Amy and her new fiancée, Ben, a 60-something-year-old man who was only slightly-less ambivalent about Disneyland than is Bee.  Unfortunately for Ben, he and Amy are still in the honeymoon-phase of their relationship (you know, when you’re still particularly enthusiastic about making your mate happy), so he was forced to pretend excitement over the trip (a task he did admirably).

I am happy to report that we spent the night in the outskirts of Vegas . . . so at least I can say I got there.

We made it to L.A. the next morning, and decided – since we weren’t going to Disneyland until the next day – to stop at the LaBrea Tar Pits.  This worked well for all of us, as Amy and Ben are sophisticated folks who like natural sciences, ancient animals, and freakish things, and I just wanted to be able to say I did something on my trip that sounded cultured. 

Despite the fact that the Tar Pits are neither, in fact, “tar” nor “pits”, I enjoyed myself.  Liquid asphalt still leaks out of the ground in this area in the middle of L.A., so it was amusing to see all the hastily-erected barriers around the grounds to try to keep tourists from ruining their shoes.  As I learned on the interpretive tour, the asphalt usually oozed up in a patch that was 3-5 inches deep, which was – amazingly – enough to capture an herbivore as it stood in the puddle and grazed.  Once trapped, the herbivore freaked and made enough noise to attract predators . . . who then also got trapped.  Then scavengers came along to feast on THEM . . . and also got trapped.  So the Tar Pits provide a rich amount of well-preserved bones, despite the fact that these entrapments probably only occurred once every ten years.  Over the course of a few million years, though, you get a lot of species.

But enough intelligence: on to Disneyland.

That night, we met our friend Liza down in Anaheim, and celebrated our arrival by donning our plastic tiaras – as any sane adult woman would do – to eat pizza in our hotel room.   Liza is Disneyland’s Most Enthusiastic Proponent, and she had already spent the day there while waiting for us, so she could give us the d.l. on DL.  She learned on her Horticultural Tour that day (because she is also an educated, cultivated person) that Walt Disney wanted mature trees when the park first opened, so his engineers devised a revolutionary way of boring special spikes into trees slated elsewhere for removal and then lifting the entire tree out of the ground with a crane and moving it to it’s new home.  And then the tree healed around the spike, or something like that (at that point I had stopped listening because I was fantasizing about getting a picture with Eeyore).
eating Noodle Grunt (the next night) in our tiaras (Ben never DID join us)

So we spent two days in Disneyland and one in California Adventure.  I won’t bore you with all the details, but I’ll tell you my favorite parts:

  • They re-did the “Star Tours” ride, where a group of you loads into a “space shuttle” to watch an action-filled 3D movie while getting appropriately shaken violently around in a very spaceship-ride way.  We loved it so much, we went on it three times.  There are now several missions you might get to go on as part of “Star Tours”, but each one starts with the premise that your ship is hiding a ‘rebel spy’ . . . and they show a picture of the ‘rebel spy’, who is usually the passenger caught with the most-ridiculous look on their face.  One time, it as Ben.  The next time, it was Amy. 
  • I was awesome at the Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters shootout game, racking up 120,000 points to my companions' measly 12,000.  Just call me Toxic TriggerFinger.
  • Potato-Bacon Soup in a bread bowl at the Boudin Bakery.  Carb-on-carb deliciousness!


  • I love the camaraderie of a roomful of people hysterically screaming and laughing as they are plunged towards their death in the Hollywood Tower of Terror.  I went back 3 times.
  • Liza and I got to ride the new Cars Land Radiator Springs Racers, which is an appropriately-THEMED mix of the Winnie-The-Pooh ride and the California Screamin’ roller coaster.  And we got to see the mock Radiator Springs area when it as all lit up for night.  Beautiful!

  • We saw several parades.  When Disney does it, they Do It.  Note the live gymnasts swinging on the bars the entire time the Toy Story float was in action.  And they acted happy the whole time. 



  • Oh, and this was my lunch one day:


It was a fun trip, even though it was more crowded than I’m used to (shocking for February, though nothing compared to July).  I’m used to being able to breeze through lines and go on rides multiple times with ease; this trip, we had to wait 15-45 minutes for most of the rides (The nerve!  What are all these people doing here?).  I spent most of my time waiting in these lines worrying how Mr. C would handle waiting in these lines . . . and he wasn’t even there.

I think I’m done with Disneyland until Mr. C is old-enough to go.  A little of the "magic" has gone out for me, but I think it’ll be rekindled when taking a kid for the first time.  Although, honestly, having Ben there was almost like having a first-time-kid: he hardly remembered his only other trip to Disneyland (when he was 10), so Amy was very focused on making it a positive experience for him.  (“We need to go to the Blue Bayou restaurant, because Ben’s never been!”)  (“We should go to the Aladdin show, because Ben’s never been!”)  (“We need to see the new Cars Land none of us has been to, because Ben’s never been!”)  It was absolutely adorable, if pandering to an amiable-though-ambivalent grey-bearded man at a park geared more towards children can be considered adorable.

An extra perk was that, on the drive home, Amy and I decided we needed to take Ben to the Getty Center (because Ben’s never been!), so I got Bonus Culture.  Looking at all the Renoirs, Monets, and Van Goughs made me feel both refined and obtuse: some art is so beautiful, and some I just don’t get.  My favorite piece, however, was a “Cabinet of Curiousities”, which had tiny drawers and hidden panels in which to hold collected items, as well as intricate inlay-work and beautiful, tiny paintings.  It was amazing (and, more-importantly, THEMED: religions through the ages).



It was a very enjoyable trip, despite the fact that it took four days of travel when I had originally hoped to push through in two, and despite us always managing to get stuck in terrible traffic around L.A.  Not only did we have fun in Disneyland and have deep, philosophical discussions in the car, but I got me some learnin’ at a few museums: convenient, since I’ve spent the last few days just telling curious parents I went to the Getty Center and the Tar Pits and forgetting to mention Disneyland. 

I came home to discover that Bee and Mr. C had had a nice week without me, and had even cleaned the house before I got home!  Also, I learned that they ate a lot of crap, which makes me feel better about the crap I happily feed our child when Bee's out of town.  So a fine time was had by all.

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