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This day happened on Saturday August 25, 2012, but is (hopefully) going to be posted on Saturday September 1st. The reason I couldn't post this trip report on Sunday August 26, 2012 was because I was so darned tired! I am serious, I was knocked out for a few more hours than I normally sleep. Plus, I had a whole week of school and schoolwork to get through, so that’s another thing. That explains why this trip report is roughly a week late. Anyways, onto business.
I was born on August 22, 1996, and my 16th birthday was approaching really fast. Well, technically, the day of my party was approaching because August 22, 2012 is a Wednesday; a school day, and I can’t do much on a school day, so I always like to pretend that the Saturday of that week is my actual birthday. For the last 15 years of my life, I’ve always spent my birthday inside my own household, and do the same thing over and over again. Guests come over, I receive gifts, I thank them, we have cake, and they play poker while I’m on my computer upstairs. They were also celebrating two other birthdays on that day, but I wasn’t old enough to celebrate in the traditional poker game (I also don’t know how to play or have the urge to even play poker, but that’s a whole different story) I was alone upstairs, might I add?
Every year it’s been that same old routine, but it just seemed to be getting duller with every year. Money, cake, computer, done. My special day almost felt like a rat race or a daily grind. It just didn’t seem special to me anymore. Then, on my Summer Vacation (My first summer vacation, might I add? Long story short I didn’t go to a traditional school for grades K-9 so I didn’t have traditional summer school until I turned Sophomore over the break between grades 9 and 10.)
Anyways, back on track…on my first day of Summer vacation, right after school, I also got my first Disneyland Resort Deluxe Annual Pass. Today this post is going to be filled with the word FIRST, so if you want to play a drinking game, every time I say the word first or any rendition of first, you drink. Of course, then again, I don’t approve of alcohol as it turns good things bad, can get you drunk, and smells funny, so take a drink of water instead. Water’s good for you anyways! Drink away!
Sorry, I always type out things as if I’m talking; derailing every sentence with something irrelevant. I Picked that trait from various places. ANYWAYS, my Birthday was coming up and I had an Annual Pass in my possession…You could hear the cogs clinking in my brain. I’ve been going to Disneyland WAY too often over my vacation. For (Roughly) the first month of my vacation, I went to Disneyland every Mon, Wed, and Fri. Yes, maybe I should of taken that good old saying, “Too much of a good thing” into perspective. Near the end of my first month, I may of visited 12-15 times with only 1-3 days of rest in between. Disneyland also became a daily grind for me, so for the last 1 and ½ weeks of my summer vacation, I stopped going to Disneyland so regularly, except for the occasional Friday.
Anyways…add that to the list of words to drink to…I decided to spend my Birthday at Disneyland. My long absence helped rejuvenate my love for Disneyland, and I yearned for more Disney once again. So I decided to spend my birthday at Disneyland Resort, making it not only the first time I’d ever spent my birthday outside of the household, but also the first time I’d ever spend my birthday at Disneyland. Naturally, I was excited. So for the week leading up to the Saturday of my day at Disneyland, I got ready. I picked my clothes I’d be wearing for the day (A new pair of sneakers that I would wear for the first time, a fresh pair of comfy, black socks, clean pants with deep pockets, polished glasses, and my favorite feature of all, a Doctor Who T-Shirt). I also got a haircut because previously beforehand, my hair was much like Ron Weasley’s from the Harry Potter films. It was long but balled up. It was very heavy and very annoying to take care of. I got something much shorter and easier to style. (It was also a test for Dapper Day, but that’s a whole new story). Every day I scrubbed my body, face, and teeth vigorously, for I wanted my day to be absolutely perfect. I saved up lunch money and previously owned money that totaled up to $145. I was going to town.
I set multiple alarm clocks to ring (On my clock, my old iPod, my new iPod, my phone, and my computer), all set to ring at 5:15 AM. Why? Doesn’t that seem like an overload? Here’s why. Beforehand, whenever I went to Disneyland, I was always late. 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours, whatever many hours, I was never there early enough to experience the park at its lowest guest rate ever. But this day was different. I wouldn’t be like the rest. It was a special day that would not miss for the world.
I got up, cleaned myself, put my clothes on, and brought everything I would need. A phone for communication, my school I.D. for identification, house keys for when I get home, a wallet packed with $145, my Annual Pass for admittance and price reduction, and an iPod for keeping record of my endeavors and listening to music when stuck in a really long line. Everything I needed was planted inside my pockets. I read what the weather would be like. Temperature would be 81*F, partially cloudy and a 68% humidity rate. Not as bad as the heat wave as the week before, but still hot in my opinion. I was born and raised in Seattle, Washington for the first few years of my life, so naturally I grew to love the cold. 60-70*F is my favorite temperature range. Anything above 80* is too much and I get sweaty and sticky, which meant every time I went to Disneyland over the summer, I left hot and sticky. It was not a good feeling, but I wouldn’t let that slow me down!
I set off for Anaheim at around 6:00 AM for an hours drive. The sky was very gray and dull and really cool outside. Not the kind of weather you’d expect for the happiest place on earth, but it was my kind of weather, so technically, for me, it was the happiest place on earth. I was dropped off at Disneyland Resort at around 7:34 AM. Headed over to City Hall to pick up my one of a kind birthday…sticker…I was hoping for a button, but a sticker will suffice.
I managed to snag a few before-opening-hours camera shots with my iPod. Now please note, I am no photographer or have a one of a kind HD camera, so don’t beat me with a stick over that.
EDIT: Strange, I always imagined iPhone pictures to be a bit...smaller...Hopefully they aren't too big.
Trust me...I'm a Whoovian.
I find it strange to see a roll down gate in the doorway of the Penny Arcade. Always so used to it being open, seeing inside, watching people meander about inserting pennies and not-pennies-but-quarters into the machines. Much fun.
Slight refurbishment at Coke Corner.
I find an empty park beautifully haunting. It's like the ghost of the dead walk these paths. Plus, it makes the lands seem much bigger than normal.
Anyways, this would also mark the first time I've ever attended the Rope Ceremony. What is the rope ceremony? Well, before opening hours the rest of the park is roped off from Main Street. We commoners are told to stay behind while those special people with those before park package things get to use the park all for themselves. Lucky guys. Anyways, at roughly 8:00 AM, when the park officially opens, they blare music and announcements across the land. Once the rope falls, everyone runs to their rides even though everyone else yells at them to not run. It's all very funny to me, so I just strolled along to Space Mountain. Requested row 6, and rode Space Mountain as I normally would. It was fun and the line was short. Really short. I got to go to these rope ceremonies more often!
After Space Mountain, I decided to go onto the Matterhorn. Walking through Tomorrowland, I really did feel all alone. It was a bloody fantastic feeling; having Disneyland all to yourself. Anyways, the Matterhorn was the Matterhorn. It was bumpy, rough, un-padded seats, smelled like paint, and I loved every single second of it. Plus line was so short I could board straight from the station instead of waiting in line that wrapped around the mountain.
I also did another first. I walked down the Big Thunder Trail. Well, that’s what I called it. It’s that stretch of path that goes from Fantasyland to Frontierland that goes past Big Thunder Ranch, over Bear Creek/Jumping Fish pond, past Big Thunder Mountain, and straight into the heart of the frontier.
Have some more grainy pictures!
And the pink horse is my bestest friend if you know what I mean.
Call me nitpicky, but isn't the engine's smokestack a tad too tall to enter the mine entrance?
We're comin' into bear country now folks...
Look at that...so empty, and so peaceful. Tranquil almost.
This picture isn't so bad. If you cut off the bottom half with the rail, added a very sunny background, and showed it to someone who knows very little about Disneyland/any other Disney park with a BTMR in it, you could convince them that you went to Utah or something. Speaking of which, Big Thunder Mountain's line was very short, so naturally, I rode it.
Did I ever tell you I love random junk? Especially period specific stuff that sets up the scene. I do. Like whenever I go to Las vegas, I have to stop by at Buffulo Bill's Casino just to liik at the cheap and fake western stuff strewn about. Why? Because I LOVE THAT TYPE OF JUNK! So much so I actually went into an antuiqe store and bought a mining pan, lantern, and pick. Why? Because I like that kind of junk. You can craft so many stories out it if you put it in certain places with certain pieces of junk. Oh I love ya Disney, taking junk and turning into a story. Why, I could craft up a story about this barrel and stuff, but then again, I would derail the topic...MOVING ON.
I really do love this shot...if I didn't cut off the 'B' in BIG >_<
Oh that's going to bug my OCD for years upon end.
Another nitpick. The rail that goes down to the train's level. That is too steep. Unrealistically steep. Whoever designed that is really buggi...oh forget it.
The obligatory shot of the sign. Everyone has taken a picture of it, so why not me as well?
More stuff I could make a story out of.
Rode Big Thunder Mountain in row 15. Some guests in the row in front of me said happy birthday to me. How nice of them. I told them to have a fantastic day. In fact, I forgot to mention, on my way through Big Thunder Trail, several groups of people said Happy Birthday to me. Man, people at Disneyland are just REALLY friendly (Most of the time). I have to pay it forward so many times.
I also chatted with a couple of the cast members there asking them a few questions. You see, a friend's brother is going to work on Big Thunder soon, and I always wanted to meet him. I know him well and he knows me well. Only problem is that we don't know each other's real name. Heck, we don't even know what we both look like. Oh well, maybe some other day.
Stay tuned for Part 2, where I post some more grainy pictures, the Dapper Dans, and what I had for Lunch and Dinner. See you soon!
PS: It may come a bit late because I am doing this in between the commercial breaks. In between breaks of what you may ask? The the series premire of Doctor Who on BBC America! Squee!!!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a Doctor's appointment, but I do promise you I will try and get as much done in between commercial breaks. Trust me, I'm a Whoovian.