See, waaaaay back in 1997 we were art students, being clever...
...and also artistic.
These days, we're much more mature.
One of the first things we had to do was to rock out to the Peppers on Space Mountain. It was seriously the weirdest thing we've done in, like, two weeks.
Sadly, Kevin lost this cute little hat on Indiana Jones only a few hours after this picture was taken. Dudes, the massive snake hiss just blew it right off his head. I spent the rest of the day thinking about it getting trampled by subsequent adventurers...mainly because I get attached to inanimate objects in a psychotic sort of way.
One of my happiest moments was captured here: At home in a teacup, in front of the Mad Hatter's cozy abode. I would live here if I could.
The crazy thing was that after being gone from the park for the last ten years, I still remember details and nuances of the rides with frightening clarity. The map of Disneyland is scalded into my brain, right up there with how to play a C Major scale. I have to suspect that there are better things for my mind to catalog and remember, but unfortunately there will never be room in my skull for retaining things like the speed of light because, apparently, it's been overloaded with the hooting of Unbirthday music, clocks that strike 13, and dirty pirate feet.
Well done, Disneyland.
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Edit: Look what I just found. Alice and I? We've been BFF since 1977.
Mark and I just went to Disneyland this past Saturday. We had a wonderful time. Like you, I think the map has also been burned into my brain. Going back there brings back all sorts of nostalgia. Whenever I witness their nightly fireworks display I am taken back to a time of Mickey ears with my name stitched on and that childlike innocence that I often miss.
Oh, and the Mad Hatter's Tea Cups ride is SO one of my favorites.
Posted by: Elwood | on February 23, 2007 08:47 AM