So earlier today I was thinking about one of the coolest things i'd ever done, and I decided i'm going to share it with you because I like telling the story so much:
August 1, 2008 6:00 p.m.
I am on my way to a friends birthday party when my friend Bryan calls me.
"You want to go to Disneyland?"
"YES!!!"
"Okay, we're leaving tonight. See you at the party!"
"Wait, wha-" click.
3 hours later I found myself in a car with my friends Bryan, Cindy, and Megan bound for Disneyland on I-50 S. The reality of what was going on did not necessarily click. We stopped in St. George where I started driving. I drove from St. George to the Buffalo Bills rest stop a few miles outside of L.A. I remember having this insane battle from 1- 3 a.m. with this Minivan. We would pass each other at reckless speeds as we cruised along in the middle of NO WHERE Arizona/Nevada. I remember it was a man driving and his kids were watching "Finding Nemo." He started getting dirty by keeping his brights on as he passed me... so i returned the favor.
We reached Las Vegas and he got into the far right lane to exit. I looked over and he turned the inside car light on and waved a "goodbye and thanks for the entertainment" wave, and I did the same back. We reached Buffalo Bills at 4 a.m. And I switched to the front seat as Bryan got in the drivers seat, he was the only one that wanted to drive through L.A. We got off on Exit 3 for Ball Rd. and drove towards Harbor Blvd. We reached the "moment of extreme anticipation." This "moment" is at the top of a we little hill, and just when you're at the top you can see the Matterhorn Mt. Rollercoaster. Screams broke out from the car as Bryan stepped on the gas. I was just WAITING for a cop to pull us over for speeding... would be all too typical.
We parked in the Pinocchio section of the Disneyland parking lot. There, we got dressed, brushed our teeth, and surveyed our situation. Reality had not sunken in just quite yet. We took the precious lil tram over to the Disneyland gates. We got our (then $60) tickets for just Disneyland and not California Adventures and waited in line until the park opened at 8 a.m. The park opened and we clawed our way through the gates and skipped down main street. We then ran over to "Space Mountain." It was when we got off that we all just sat there... wind blown........ we were in DISNEYLAND. Probably the oddest sensation i've ever had. I actually DID something spontaneous.
Later that day I called my mom and decided to tell her where I was. You see, none of our parents knew we'd gone and it was quite the deal then because we were JUST out of high school. So I call my mom and the conversation goes as follows:
"Hey Mads, what's up?"
"Oh.... nothing....." Snicker Snicker
"What're you up to?"
"Oh.... nothing in particular... just, waiting in line for the Snow White ride."
"What?"
"I'm in Disneyland!"
"No you aren't..."
"Yeah I am!!! Bryan, Cindy, Megan, and I drove here overnight."
"Oh my god you guys are crazy........ have fun.... I HATE YOU! haha"
We proceeded to have a fun filled day of overpriced chocolate muffins, rollercoasters, Disney magic, and pure joy. We had reached nirvana without DYING. haha. We left Disneyland around 1 a.m. and slept at some crappy motel until noon the next day and drove home.
Disneyland in a weekend.
Full to the brim with awesomeness.
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