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'Twas 4pm this past (Fri) afternoon when we (redefining_self, delerium3, and I) decided to eat din-din at Downtown Disney, so off we went via 10 - 110 - 105 - 605 - 5 (not bad, due in no small part to HOV lanes as well as to Pixie Power...bubbles make everything better, even as they spawn pixies who then go splat on other vehicles, the road, one's nose/eyeball, whereEVER). Monorail, Haunted Mansion, Tequila Jo's, fireworks...a darned fine time! Pics to come. Now: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Good visit w/redefining_self and, once she escaped from work, delerium3. And I didn't drive either way!( D-land Details )O'morrow: San Diego (Balboa Park, museums, seafood for dinner, see Danno for fun). Wed: D-land pt 2 (slightly diff crew). Th: to Big Bear through Sun afternoon. Wheeeee!

Three (3) boats & a train...and much more = much much fun! ( D-land Details )

Interesting: a 16-hour+ D-land marathon works as an emotional Etch-A-Sketch. Nothing's bothering me, b'c I'm numb after so much adrenalin, sugar, and exhaustion. I've been picked up, turned upside down, and shaken (not stirred). 'Twas a great day. Didn't feel as crowded as it was...prolly 'cause most folks were spending their time in the 2-hour waits for Space Mountain, Indiana Jones, etc. rather than interfering w/our plans or getting in our way. Waited no longer than 30 minutes for any ride and often far less. Got four (4) rides in during the 1st two (2) hours! Introduced a neice to T-Mtn after much cajoling, convincing, and discussion. After the 1st round of twists and turns, she turned around and declared that it's her new fave ride. (Yes!) To repeat once again: I LOVE FIREWORKS! ( D-land Details )
Up next: hot shower (it's brrr cold in here) followed by sleeeeeep. O'morrow: ? travel somewhere up the 101 someplace in the next county (or so) for body paint....hopefully more later.

T is for Tired and it rhymes w/P which starts off Pool and Pop (Pure Pop for Power People) and Pox. Sleep dep experiment currently underway. It pleases me to inspire insipidity & insanity & bubble-gummness. Wife #1 & #2 serenaded H this eve - delightful fun. Traffic sucked today, in a bad sorta way, but no matter - I live to drive. Managed to spend a very nice at D-land and only hit TWO (2) rides (Haunted Mansion & the All Aquatic Carousal over in CA). Basically hung out and treated the place like our backyard, music-listening, shopping, people-watching, fashion-ragging, coffee-sipping, lunch-crunching, munch-munching...an easy day of hot SoCal pleasure. Once again folks assumed we're sisters: most amusing. The same last name confuses 'em. Explanations not proferred.

And now. Yes. Now. Part of me wants to see how far I can push myself, see how much I can take, get out there and keep having FUN 'cause there're good folks all out to get together and mingle and jingle jangle all night long (or at least 'til the wee hours)...but a part of me (the more sensible portion) knows it's best to curl up into a l'il ball and SLEEEEEEEP. Bah. Will drink hot tea w/honey (apply inner wet warmth) and take a long hot shower (apply outter wet warmth) and see how I feel.

EDIT: It's 8:20pm and I'm officially dead. Smallest chance in hell I'll drag my bod outta here later for funbrewpubishness, but it seems highly unlikely. Curling up into l'il ball now. ZZZzzz...

Spent the day wearing the jeans & top that I haven't worn since the two (2) day weeding/burr-chasing expedition a while back and even though I've plucked loads of pricklies off and they've been washed and dried, I'm still finding (and certainly feeling) loads of l'il sharp pointy weedlings in my clothing: my hairshirt. And pants. ( Daring Adventures )