Disneyland
Isa and I were invited by friends to Disneyland this week. We'd never been, so we accepted the offer. We parked, and waited in line for a tram. Then we waited in another line for a security check. Then we waited for tickets. The inside of the park:
We walked down the fabled Main Street, and rounded the corner to see Indiana Jones beating the crap out of a turbaned man, in the form of a show. After he threw the man over some barrels, Indy whispered conspiratorially to the crowd through his wireless mic, "When he wakes up, tell him I won."
We then stood in line for almost an hour to ride the Haunted Mansion.
After that, we were educated on the use of the FastPass system; where I put our tickets in a machine for the popular rides, and another ticket is spit out, telling us what times we can return to go in a faster line for the ride. We did this for Space Mountain, and were told to return at 3:00 (it was about noon). I tried another fast pass, but it wouldn't let me, saying we hadn't used the other ones yet.
I then waited twenty minutes to use the bathroom.
We ended up in line for about forty minutes for pizza. I witnessed, firsthand, the primordial soup of the degradation of line etiquette in America. People cut , stole others' orders, grabbed, and ran for tellers. People waited in line at the cash register as others brought them plate after plate of food. Mothers took this moment as a time to teach their children how to pay for food and get change. People pushed, shoved, yelled at each other, saved tables with purses, plastic bags and cups. Babies hollered and kids whined. Parents blocked entire sections with their strollers. Other wars ensued with the scooter people.
After lunch, our friends rode the kiddie rocket and we waited in line for the "Honey I Shrunk the Audience!" By this time, it was Space Mountain time. So, in five hours we'd ridden a total of two rides.
As the day grew on, the crowds grew even thicker, the lines even longer. We waited an hour for the Pirates of the Carribbean. The ride itself was minutes long. We then got another fast pass for the log flume ride (which name escapes me) for 11:00 pm. I needn't go on, it's clear how the day went. I wouldn't recommend it.
We walked down the fabled Main Street, and rounded the corner to see Indiana Jones beating the crap out of a turbaned man, in the form of a show. After he threw the man over some barrels, Indy whispered conspiratorially to the crowd through his wireless mic, "When he wakes up, tell him I won."
We then stood in line for almost an hour to ride the Haunted Mansion.
After that, we were educated on the use of the FastPass system; where I put our tickets in a machine for the popular rides, and another ticket is spit out, telling us what times we can return to go in a faster line for the ride. We did this for Space Mountain, and were told to return at 3:00 (it was about noon). I tried another fast pass, but it wouldn't let me, saying we hadn't used the other ones yet.
I then waited twenty minutes to use the bathroom.
We ended up in line for about forty minutes for pizza. I witnessed, firsthand, the primordial soup of the degradation of line etiquette in America. People cut , stole others' orders, grabbed, and ran for tellers. People waited in line at the cash register as others brought them plate after plate of food. Mothers took this moment as a time to teach their children how to pay for food and get change. People pushed, shoved, yelled at each other, saved tables with purses, plastic bags and cups. Babies hollered and kids whined. Parents blocked entire sections with their strollers. Other wars ensued with the scooter people.
After lunch, our friends rode the kiddie rocket and we waited in line for the "Honey I Shrunk the Audience!" By this time, it was Space Mountain time. So, in five hours we'd ridden a total of two rides.
As the day grew on, the crowds grew even thicker, the lines even longer. We waited an hour for the Pirates of the Carribbean. The ride itself was minutes long. We then got another fast pass for the log flume ride (which name escapes me) for 11:00 pm. I needn't go on, it's clear how the day went. I wouldn't recommend it.
Labels: conspicuous consumption, holidays, Isa, unsolicited criticism
posted by Bernie at
8:09 PM
7 Comments:
At least you didn't have to wait in airport security lines, sit crammed in a plane for 4 hours, pay over $4000 for everything just to have jet lagged kids with you....just to say you went to Disney.
p.s. Do your friends that invited you read SIW??
Bernie, this just confirms the opinion that the uWink investors hold of you - negative, negative, negative.
Frank, I'd say most of the people there were gritting their teeth and pretending to enjoy the "happiest place on earth."
There was one man ignoring his family, sitting on a bench, reading a book.
I have friends who grew up in Southern California who have described going to Disneyland and being denied admission or kicked out due to inappropriate hairstyles or clothing. Maybe next time you could try that...
On the other hand, I know a guy who worked at Disneyland back in the sixties and says that Henry Kissinger was a frequent visitor. I'm not sure why that is important.
Hey Bernie,
Many years ago I got in on one or two “private group” nights at Disneyland. I can’t remember what in the world the groups were (high school graduation?), but if you ever have the chance – this is definitely the way to visit the place. Lovely cool evening, no whining kids or abusive parents, virtually NO LINES (!), and the smell of good herb wafting through the air.
I have this odd idea that one of the nights was a special private event for firefighters and their families from the greater L. A. area. God knows why the hell I was there.
"Honey I Shrunk the Audience". Really?
Tinker, yes:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey,_I_Shrunk_the_Audience
It has a very nineties feel to it.
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