Next stop: Dismeyland (tm: Jonah)! Everyone was very excited. We arrived in Anaheim late in the afternoon, so after we checked into the Dismeyland Hotel (unclear if anyone else finds that funny, but it continues to crack us up), we walked around Downtown Dismey for a while and ended up at the Rainforest Cafe for dinner, where both of our guys were somewhat terrorized by the menacing tropical storms that occur every five minutes or so (note: not an exaggeration). At 9:30, Jonah was thrilled to see that he could enjoy the fireworks show from his very own hotel bed. Nate, who had fallen asleep at his customary 8:01, could not be woken.
Early the next morning, according to the plan we'd had for months, we started our Dismeyland day with a breakfast at Goofy's Kitchen. Until we got to the restaurant and learned that it would be $120 for the four of us. For breakfast. For 2 kids who each eat a single pancake. I'm all for splurging when you're on vacation, but that wasn't a tough call even for me, particularly since our kids not only don't actually care whether they meet Goofy or not, but are actually significantly more likely to be terrified by him. So we abruptly steered them into the restaurant next door, where they were perfectly happy to eat their pancake amid 1960s decor and an absence of human-sized rodents. Amusingly, they never realized that they didn't actually eat breakfast in Goofy's Kitchen. Apparently their expectations are low.
So, Dismeyland. Long-time readers may recall that Jonah enjoyed a bunch of rides on his last trip, about a year and a half ago. Now, it seems, he's a little more cautious, or maybe his brother has rubbed off on him. He was gung-ho to ride the Buzz Lightyear ride, but then he decided it was too scary to make the plane go up, so we instead spent the ride going around in a circle. And after one ride, he decided that he'd had enough. Over the rest of the day, the guys allowed themselves to be convinced to go on a grand total of four rides, all of which we had to call "cruises" to assure Nate that they were just like the nice tame boat ride at Legoland. And three of them, the Storybook Cruise, Small World, and Jungle Cruise, actually were. Unfortunately, my memory of Pirates of the Caribbean (or "Cabberian," if you're Jonah) had censored the steep drop and terrifying pirate scenes, so it ended up being a rather poor choice of ride on which to drag them, but oh well. If anything, it cemented our belief that we avoided disaster by skipping Goofy's Actual Kitchen, since they both spent the ride cringing in terror and covering their eyes.
Unsurprisingly, then, by 2 pm they were done with Dismey. We may be the first people in the history of Dismeyland who left the park right after lunch so that we could go back to our room and relax with a little on-line math. After a quick EPGY session on the laptop, the guys spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool, which was a lot more their speed. Dismeyland: It's Not For Everyone.
Then, of course, it was time for 16 rounds of We Just Want to Eat at Rainforest Cafe Again! Why Can't We Eat at Rainforest Cafe Again?! Unwilling to face another night of man-made thunder and oversized salads, we insisted on setting in foot in California Adventure, where we schlepped all over the park before settling on a regular old burger joint right near the entrance. After which Nate and I headed back to the hotel, and Steve and Jonah hit Soarin' Over California, Monsters Inc., and the bumper bugs. And that was that. Despite our best efforts to, per his instructions/demands, wake him for the fireworks on night two, Nate refused to so much as crack an eyelid. He then spent the rest of the trip complaining that I had forced him to go on a scary ride and failed to show him any fireworks.
We hardly even got any pictures, and none in which you can see Dismey.
Oh, well. Here are some cute pictures I never posted of Jonah on Purim and Passover, respectively:
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