Diary #309

My weekend in Los Angeles was a lot of fun; I spent as little of it sober as I could possibly manage.  Then on Sunday night Matt showed me the new Star Wars movie, and on Monday we spent the day at Disneyland; here’s a selfie I took in line for “It’s a Small World” (I guess those sparkles are a sun-glare thing).  And before any of y’all are tempted to knock my taste in amusement rides, I ask you to consider two things: 1) I have severe vertigo, which means Space Mountain and Star Tours are out and even Splash Mountain and the Matterhorn are on the border; 2) I am wound very tight and my life is full of things most people consider very exciting, so when I want to relax, I want to RELAX (consider that before you ever offer me cocaine).  And in the ride department, that mostly means miniature railways and dark rides.  Lots and lots and lots of dark rides.  Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, even Peter Pan’s Flight. If I were a billionaire I’d build an amusement park with nothing but variations on and combinations of miniature railways, boat rides and dark rides.  And a really nice carousel.  And anyone who didn’t like it would be handed a pamphlet with directions to Six Flags Magic Mountain.  Speaking of thrill rides, my return flight wasn’t one; it was free of turbulence and drama except for the undisciplined toddlers in the row in front of me.  But I’ll take screaming kids over terrified vomiting any day of the year.