The Birthday

Whit and I had a fun-filled birthday weekend. On Saturday I threw Whit a semi-surprise birthday party. "Semi", because he knew something was happening, "surprise" because he didn't know what exactly. We had the party in a wharehouse of a friend. We projected Empire Strikes Back on a huge light balloon. People sat on road cases and ate some of Whit's favorites: hot dogs (of the Chicago variety), popcorn (from a rented popcorn machine), and cheesecake (cheesecake factory). As Whit approached the party we filled the room with fog and it was a fantastic moment when Whit entered through the mist to see friends, family, Star Wars and popcorn surrounding him. I am not good at planning or attending parties, but I did my best and I think it turned out well. Happy 30th Birthday Whit "life of the party" Hertford.

Surprise!





Orb of Star Wars:

mmm...cheesecake factory wishes":



On Sunday we celebrated my style: Whit and I went to Disneyland. There really is nothing I love more than spending the day with Whit at Disneyland. I am lucky to be married to a guy who is not too cool for D-land and who loves endulging in the child-like pleasures of the park, as I do. It rained in the morning, but cleared up pretty quickly and turned into a beautiful day.

We started off the day by almost getting into a fight with an overtly abusive father who was dropping f-bombs on his sobbing five year old daughter like there was no tomorrow. We considered kidnapping the girl, but the a park employee deemed it better to let the idiot walk away.

We had lunch at the Blue Bayou - we love it. The gumbo is spicyliscious. Enjoyed Mint-Juleps. Shared the Monte Cristo.

The new Toy Story carnival shooting ride in California Adventure was the longest line of the day, but super fun. Whit kicked my butt (you are competing at hitting the most targets).

Pirates is still my favorite - although the 2nd time on it I was annoyed by the teenager robots in my car, well annoyed isn't even the right word, I was really amazed and flabbergasted. Their sickeningly stereotypical teenage voices kept their banal conversation droning on despite anything and everything that was going on around them. Banjo player, fire flies, boat = bla bla bla. Talking skeleton, plunging down into wet darkness = bla bla bla. Canons firing, misty air = bla bla bla. Animatronic pirates and animals singing, dancing and shouting all around = bla bla bla. No change in tempo, no comments of observation, no awed silence, no giggles, no screams - just dead. That and the texting. Better keep texting. "I don't know if I get reception down here" - No girls! You're in a dark cave surrounded by skeletons and dubloons - probably not a great place for phone service! I hate teens of this generation. Maybe I sound like I just turned 79 not 29, but seriously the generations below me can blow me. Okay, that's harsh, but it is just sad how devoid of creativity and enthusiasm a lot of them are. So there was that rant. I feel better. Back to the awesomeness of the day.

Haunted Mansion was Nightmare Before Christmasized - new addition was the smell of gingerbread in the great hall.

The Matterhorn was very fun, it makes me laugh to squish Whitby.

Our 2nd time on Splash Mountain turned into a 2nd and 3rd time as there were no people in line and they sent us around twice in a row. I learned I can control my face extremely well while falling straight down all for the sake of a comedic picture.

Space Mountain is always fantastic. Tower of Terror always awesome. Indiana Jones always thrilling.

We ate way too many treats (dole-whip and churro - yum). We went on all the rides we wanted to go on, looked in all the shops we wanted to see and laughed a plenty.
It was a great birthday weekend. Thanks to all who helped to make it happen. Now on to enjoying my last year of the '20's.