I know that I said at the beginning of the last post that it was going to be short. This time I mean it. I’m exhausted. My feet hurt. My legs have stopped talking to me. The top of my head (a place I could not put sunscreen) is sunburned. The back of my neck (a place I should have put more sunscreen) feels like it should be glowing and starting nuclear reactions. In short, I’m at the end of my rope, and only a fool and a madman would stay up much later, just to write another blog entry for an extremely low-volume site.
So in an effort to keep this somewhat brief, I will list out some of the things we did, without going into too much detail.
- We started the day in the California side of the park
- The first ride we got in line for was the Cars themed race one.
- Chris started feeling extremely queasy just as we got to the front of the line, so he and I bailed on the ride. Melissa and Bryanna said it was amazing.
- Bryanna and Melissa did a water ride that looked like a big inner tube twice.
- We did some other stuff in the park, eventually splitting up.
- We grouped back up at the hotel to go to Medieval Times.
- We made it back from Medieval Times early enough to go back to Disneyland and see the Phantasmic show.
- We did some more rides, and then discovered that there was a second showing of Phantasmic, which we watched.
- We stumbled back to the hotel.
Now that the listing is done, I want to talk about the scariest part of the whole day. It was only tangentially related to a ride. That is, right after we got fast passes for Soar Over California, Chris had a panic attack, hyperventilated, and we had to have park staff check him out.
Yesterday, I said that Chris and I were about on par when it comes to our manliness when it comes to getting on rides. That is partly true. We’re both unapologetic wimps. The difference between us is that I’m 40 and he’s 15, and when faced with the prospect of having to get on a ride and face my mortality (or at least, my fears), I have some experience and wisdom to fall back on to get me through it. My bowels might turn to water, and I might scream and embarrass myself, but I know that I’ll be okay.
With this ride, Chris had no idea what it was about. We got the fast passes, and his imagination started going into overdrive. I can only guess at the things that he conjured up in his imagination, and having the fast pass in his hand was a commitment. He panicked, hyperventilated, and had to sit for a while.
He eventually calmed down, and was his normal smiling self after that. And we all did the ride, and he loved it. We all loved it. Later in the evening, he faced his fears again, did the Haunted Mansion, and loved that, too. He and his sister wound up racing around to do that ride 2 more times.
Eventually, Chris and I will work our way up to Space Mountain. Until then, we’ll face or fears as we can, and have fun where we want to have fun.
Finally, I want to say that this Disney vacation was a complete success. It was ridiculously expensive. My credit card is hot to the touch, it’s been used so hard. But everyone on this trip has been smiling and having fun. Not even a panic attack could dampen our spirits. This has been time and money very well spent.