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California Mis-Adventure?

04/13/2010

Sunday morning… forecast was “gloomy,” but a perfect day for a California Adventure. Perhaps the night’s foretold rain would keep the bougsie Annual Passport holders away?  Incidentally, we were sneaking in on the back end of unused 2fers (Thanks Emily!).

We packed some fruit, 96 ounces of chilled water and various other juices, and we left the house at quarter to nine.  I had the brilliant idea to valet at the Disneyland Grand Hotel, and even had the wherewithal to call ahead to check the facts on my fool-proof plan.  Well, fool-proof turned foolhardy (Not to be confused with Ed Hardy, which is even worse).

I’m not even sure what happened.  Our mis-adventure began before we even got in the park.  We were stopped at the Grand Californian gate, and our car was labeled with a bright yellow “dine” tucked ‘neath the windshield wiper, which may or may not have given us 5 hours of valet parking, and which may or may not have required us to have a Character Breakfast? I was confused. Suddenly my $17 parking plan was turning into a triple digit nightmare.  Were we going to have to pony up on a $325 room just to save parking fees?  Rhonda too was miffed. and in a panic, she floored it and we fled the scene…

But not without much strife: Fingers were pointed. Names were called.  Feelings were hurt.

It took three round trips up and back West street, driving like we were the subjects of a helicopter chase, before cooler head prevailed…   Ultimately, it took the wisdom from a 3 ½ year old imploring “Daddy, don’t yell at my mommy” and the corresponding “Mommy, Don’t yell at my Daddy” to remind us we were going to The Happiest Place on Earth! Darn you Disney parking; you got me scolded by a kid in a car seat.

So, what do we take from this?  Firstly, thank heavens that our little guy a) knows “yelling doesn’t work”  b) feels confident enough to speak his mind, and c) just wants everybody to get along.  Also, I should never be trusted with directions, and that when Rhonda asks for my opinion, she’s really just looking for confirmation of hers.

Also learned: the Disney parking can be a quagmire; plan accordingly…

Oh, and I am not to yell at Jackson’s mommy.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. 04/13/2010 5:31 am

    Outta the mouth of babes…

    (but um, you can park there. yes they yellow tag you- it just means they don’t park you in the overnight lot. When you come back for the car they never ask for food receipt or other. But yeah it is like $17 bucks to park there. BUT if you wanna be crafty and say you ate there but lost the receipt they just wave the fee. Just sayin.)

  2. 04/13/2010 9:51 am

    Yeah, that was the crux of the argument; I wanted to be crafty. Rhonda didn’t want to risk it. We bussed it in from Garden Walk. Anything to avoid the tram. The story does have a happy ending. Lines were manageable. We had a great time. I even got a hall pass to check out The Masters/The Lakers at ESPNZone for an hour or so.

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