It's just been so busy that, between driving to Cali and back and then working 36 hours in a 72 hour time-frame, I haven't had time to post pics and/or blog about my super fun weekend in California.
I'm going to make that up to all of you, right now.
It all started at about noon last Sunday. Christine and I went to our respective churches and then hit the road, Jack. We laughed and talked and ate our way to my-favorite-aunt-who-lives-in-California's house and got there between dinner and bedtime. Which meant that we got there just in time to eat about 4 of these rolls. Apiece. (I'm telling you, they were THAT good.) And we ate some M&M's and salted cashews, and we talked and laughed until waaayyyyy too late Sunday night. (It's always a party at Deb's house. I so love her. Her, and everyone else who lives there.)
After staying up crazy late Sunday night, miraculously Chris and I were still able to get to the park bright and early. Disneyland opened at 10:00 AM, we walked onto Main Street at 10:03. And then we promptly went and had breakfast at the Carnation Cafe. (Listen, it was Christine's idea. Something about how she'd always wanted to eat there. Oh, and there was a little beauty called Eggs Benedict Croissant on the menu. That's right, Hollandaise sauce smothered on croissants. Holy moses, they were fab!)
After ingesting butter sauce on top of a the buttery goodness that is a croissant (Mmmmm....) we headed straight to Peter Pan. My total favorite ride of all time. (Except for Thunder Mountain and the Teacups, which are also my total favorite rides of all time. Listen, I have a lot of favorites, okay?)
Christine got to ride Dumbo for the first time ever. Of course, I took her pic. (Because you know I must document momentous occasions such as riding a kiddie ride for the first time when you're 32 years old.) Check out the shadow of my hand in the picture - lower right. Hilarious, no?!
We spent all morning in Fantasy Land, walked on to Space Mtn a couple times, and then headed back across the park for a little Pineapple Whip and some Indiana Jones. As we were crossing, we saw a band starting up in front of the castle. Upon closer inspection of the band, we realized they were playing songs from Mary Poppins. So, we decided to walk that way. And then - glory be and hallelujah! - we saw Bert and Mary come out of the throng and join the band.
They sang every major song from the movie. Bert and Mary danced, they got little girls up there to twirl with them. I sang Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious at the top of my lungs (with Mary, thankyouverymuch). I had major flashbacks to my childhood crush on Bert. Oh, it was a jolly holiday of a sing-a-long, I'll tell you that right now.
After that fun little ditty, we ingested some fabulous Hawaiian pineapple products, rode Pirates a couple times (have I told you yet that we just walked on to all these rides?), and then thought.... "What the heck, let's see if there are any tables open at Blue Bayou for lunch". And there was one table open - for two - immediately. We were amazed. (Usually, Blue Bayou needs reservations. I'm talking 30 days in advance reservations.) We waited approximately 3 minutes before we were seated. At a water front table. With no reservations, we got a water front table. Shocking! ... We ordered/split the Monte Cristo. Why? Because we love deep fried sandwiches, that's why! Check this beauty out.
After lunch, we rode Splash six times in a row. (Not even kidding. Six times in a row.) We walked on five times, and then the crew caught on and just started offering to send us around. We took advantage of it once, but on what would have been the 7th time around, opted to get out and head to Thunder Mtn, which we also walked on to - three times in a row. I'm telling you - Best. Disneyland. Day. EVER!
The bummer? We didn't ever think to have anyone take our picture TOGETHER. What silly girls we are. But we did snap some pretty fun pics of each other.
Case in point:
I started the morning off kissing a toad,
and by nightfall, I was arm in arm with a knight in shining armor.
This must be some kind of sign, right? (Hey, a girl can hope. And pray. And cross her fingers, etc.)
We were home by 9:00 that night, which was a little late to start the lemon pie I'd been told was payment in kind for our room and board. So, we just stayed up talking to Rachel, Mark and Debbie until about 11:00. (Yeah, I know, that was totally enough time to make pie!)
I got up on Tuesday a couple hours before Christine, and made some lemon pies with my cousins Rachel, Shelly and Jason. (Mostly with Rachel, actually. But Shelly and Jason had a good time playing with the flour and the cornstarch. Bless them.)
Again, I wish I'd thought to have Chris take some pics of us in the kitchen. Shelly and I had matchy-matchy flour bellies that were pretty cute, and it's just always fun for me to have cousin pics - so I wish I had something taken with Rachel. Oh, well. I guess that means that I'll just have to go back and do a re-play.
After which, I'll blog about it some more. That'll be fun for all of us, don't you think? (Kidding. Well, not about the blogging part. You know I'm good for that.)
Anyhoo... I have no pics of my cousins or the pie making process, but I did snap a couple of the finished product that I'll include, just for fun. So what if the meringue's a little toasty, I'll still show them to you. Just don't judge me and call me a burner of all foods, okay?
Gosh, that was such a fun week/weekend. Christine and I had SUCH a fun time, traveling, staying at Deb's, playing at the park, traveling again. I so love my life!