Friday morning we woke up around 4:30am to get ready for our 7:30an flight, drove to the parking lot, got on a shuttle, stood in amazingly long line, waited for our flight, and flew to John Wayne airport. Molly knew we were going to California, but she thought we were going to visit my Dad. It was hard keeping the secret. Patricia and I almost blew the surprise 50 times. On the shuttle ride from the airport to the hotel we decided to tell Molly about Disneyland because everyone on the shuttle was talking about it. She was very happy.

We had 3 day park hopper passes, but wanted to use them Sat – Mon. So, Friday we walked to Disneyland to cruse around Downtown Disneyland for some shopping. Walking there was GREAT! The hotel said there were 1.5 blocks away… Blocks my ass! It was miles, not blocks.  3 miles round trip. That night we met up with Patricia’s friends Steve and Mel. They were funny. We had a great time.

Saturday we did Disneyland. We did my favorite ride first, Space Mountain. That was a painful experience.  The seats have changed, or I have grown (gotten fat), because I had to wedge myself in. My ass didn’t even touch the seat. The lap bar only did one click down, and as we started to go up the first ramp I started to panic. I pulled down as hard as I could. The lap bar clicked again. That click was wonderful and painful. My nuts got smashed even harder, but now I didn’t fear I was going to fall out. Anywho, we did all the other normal Disneyland crap that day.

Sunday we met my buddy Mike and his new GF Ali for breakfast. It was good seeing him, but it made me a little home sick. Ali was great. I approve of her. While at breakfast it poured rain. We were lucky. It didn’t rain the rest of our day. We went to California Adventure and did all the normal things there too.

Monday we did both Disneyland and California Adventure. We rode the Tower of Terror. That’s my new favorite ride. It’s not often my fat ass gets lifted out of my seat! That night we were supposed to meet up with Sandi and crew. Things happened and we weren’t able to meet her wife, and oldest son, but we got to meet Sandi and her youngest son. We went to Dave & Buster’s. Sandi kicked my ass at a basketball game, proving home much I suck at basketball.  She has photo proof of her kicking my ass. Maybe she’ll send the photo so I can post it and publicly humiliate myself a little more.

Monday we had an afternoon flight home. We got breakfast, check out of the room, and hung by the pool until the shuttle came.

We had a great trip. I wish our vacation was longer. Here’s some photos. I’m not sure if the new photo blog format works well when telling a story like this. I tried to put them in order though.

Enjoy!