Vacation also happens to be for sleeping in. Unless you’re at Disney, and then well… then there is no such thing.
Correct... and yet.... someone, who shall remain nameless but happens to author this TR, told me I needed to slow down at Disney.... Hmmm.....
It wasn't a DISMeet, it was my mom’s cousin. Carol and her husband contacted me very soon after I announced I’d be in SoCal, and I was thrilled I could have a nice brekkie with them. They are unbelievably gracious people, and agreed to make the drive from Burbank to Anaheim to meet up.
Nice! Glad you were able to see them.
You saw lots of family, this trip!
I’d, as you know, already turned in my camera-swallowing rental
Uh, huh.
I do believe that
any wheeled conveyance is Liesa's camera swallowing.
We chose to try the outdoor restaurant at the Anabella Hotel where I was staying called the Tangierine Café. And holy cow am I glad we did! It was fabulous.
Shoot. Wish I'd known. Could've had breakfast with Betsey there instead.
Oh, well.
And can't ever again.
Yum!
(Except... take those green things out from the Bennies. And... that doesn't look like back bacon under there either.)
I hadn’t had Eggs Benedict in forever, but am a bona fide lover about once a year or so.
My condolences. You should try to do that just a bit more often.
Well, you know… of Eggs Benedict. Otherwise that just sounds…. awkward.
Oh!
Well... you should try to do that a bit more often too.
And I’m here to tell you, it’s the Hollandaise that either makes for breaks this dish.
Not quite. The sauce is a huge part, for sure. But if the eggs are over done, then the whole thing fails too.
This particular sauce was spot on, just perfectly lemony, a hint of spicy, and creamy and velvety. The eggs were poached to divine doneness too.
mmmm.....
I wished I’d had someone there to have split it with me.
I was gonna say "Me! Pick me!" but.... I'd get my own! I love 'em too much to just want one!
Now, where was I? Oh yes, breakfast with cousins. Conversation was delightful and we reminisced as family tends to do when they have gone years between seeing one another. Christmases past, Great Aunt Louise, Grandma’s peach tree and roses, and Disney were all topics of discussion. It was great as always to hear about how she and my mom and aunt would run all over Disneyland in the 60s like they owned the place and we recalled attractions of the past like the Skyway and the Adventure to Inner Space (my personal favorite!). We laughed and caught up, then ended with promises to visit again when I’m through the area next.
Sounds like a very, very nice breakfast.
After we said our goodbyes from breakfast, I waddled back off to my room and made a phone call. This one was not made in sheer terror like the one made the day before, but rather in minor irritation with myself. Brace yourselves, because you’re about to be observers of the Greatest Camera Debacle of Human History.
The night before, just as I watched Alison pull away after dropping me off, I realized that, for the FREAKING 3RD TIME, I had left my camera behind.
There is
no way anyone can forget their camera that many times.
Not. Possible.
Yep, my obviously very unimportant $1,500 piece of equipment that I may as well just throw in the trash <hugest, most gigantic eye roll ever inserted here> was driving away in the Fran and AJ Mobile.
Not a bad idea! I mean, you're going to leave it behind again anyways. Might as well avoid all the anguish and just get it over with.
Wanna see what kind of stuff I did to kill time?
Sure!
Wait... I thought you said you did nothing?
LIES!!!
Good, because this is a Trip Report, and I’d worry about you a lot if you had said no.
I said "Sure!"
Then again, there is also the high possibility you could have said no because this TR actually is really pretty bad and not worth your time. I get that. But…
Hardly. Write on, lady.
If you are still here because it seems more enjoyable than cleaning your bathroom (mine’s done; writing this chapter was actually my reward for cleaning the scum off the toilet bowl)
Mine's done too! Now I can read your TR!
DTD is a pretty cool place and I found plenty of fun stuffs to do!
I spent no time there other than to walk to/from Disney and a pit stop in WOD.
1. The Bathroom, then 2. $ixbucks.
Shouldn't that be the other way around? Or book-ended?
I wandered. Shhh… don’t tell anyone who reads my other thread… but I shopped.
No. Couldn't be.
Oh! Sure....
A typo! That's it.
You accidentally wrote "shopped" instead of "walked" or something similar.
Alright, alright! I didn’t BUY anything. (How could I? I had just been to $ixbucks.)
This is a truism.
I thought they must be something akin to the Remy Hunt at F&W, and sure enough, the very next day the Official DLR Easter Egg would begin
I remember you pointing out a few of the eggs to me later.
Surrounded by lush, tropical beauty, its siren call beckoned me in.
It really is nice there. I totally get this.
A quick call and several texts revealed that due to some sucky situation brewing at home, Fran and Alison couldn’t join me until 3:00 or so.
Oh, darn.
Not.
Their misfortune turned into a later meet which meant I could join you.
Side note: I’ve been carded not once, but twice in the last few months.
That's a good thing. Most women would
kill for that.
At this point, I’m not sure whether to be flattered or disgusted by their blatant condescension.
Flattered. Explanation next:
Are they mocking me? Do I need to gently suggest they see their ophthalmologist at their earliest convenience for a Macular Degeneration check? Stymied. I realize it was dark in there, but COME ON!)
No. Not mocking you. They're busy. They don't have time for that unless they really need to do it.
So if you're getting carded... it's because they think you might possibly be under age.
Period.
This was handed to me 5 minutes later:
That looks familiar.
Wanna see something neato? (Sure ya do!)
Before my Tiki came:
After:
That was so cool! Should get one for the house.
Imagine, if you will, (it’s easy if you try) a cool, fruity libation in which The Tikis come to life when ordered. Volcanoes erupt as easily as the laughter of the clientele; the steady rhythm of South Seas drumming throbs a pulse of happiness; and all the cares in your world melt away on a warm sandy beach filled with all of your new best friends.
Ahhhhh.... I don't have to imagine it... I know just where to find it.