From Disneyland to Metal Skool

I met up with the fam in Anaheim on Friday for a fun-filled day at Disneyland. I hadn't been in 12+ years and was re-introduced to the excruciating heat and nostalgic rides. California Adventure was new and my dad insisted on having beers. I have a feeling that contributed to my near-encounter with heat stroke. I swear, I thought I was going to pass out for most of the day. My favorite new ride was Tower of Terror, which I went on twice. It is, quite simply, the bomb. And it doesn't hurt to have the creepy-sounding safety announcement ... also in Spanish!

My all-time favorite ride was It's a Small World, which I rode on with a gooey smile. I sang along with the lyrics, much to my little sister's dismay. Of course we went on all the usual suspects like Thunder Mountain Railroad and the Matterhorn (pleez keep zee hands eenside zee bobzled ...).

Although I was struck with mortal fear when I first arrived at Disneyland - in contemplation of this media behemoth, I soon began to find this "happiest place on earth" really did make me happy. And I made the startling deduction that it was my dad who really liked Disneyland, for had he not liked it so much, he wouldn't have taken me so many times when I was too little to really know what was going on.

I surfed Huntington Beach at 17th Street in my new bikini on Sunday on my back from the Magic Kingdom and on Monday night SA and I headed to Metal Skool at the Key Club. I found I was a little "mis-dressed" with my chain-draped punk pants, as everyone was wearing eighties cutesy stuff. I had no idea that metal skool featured a stand-up comedy-worthy cover band that played Bon Jovi and GnR. They cracked vulgar jokes and treated the audience to a strip show at the very end, which made me uncomfortable.

But overall it was an interesting experience. I only wish the drunk bastards wouldn't have been so rude. People were quite violent in trying to push me out of the way and I was astonished at the hitting, grabbing, pushing, and shouting that was leveled at me. It sucks to be a small person.

On 4th of July I failed in my attempt to go surfing as the waves at Countyline were nonexistent. Instead, SA and I went to the Dodger-Diamondbacks game and bought decently cheap scalped tix. Little did we know that we were sitting in the People's Section. That's right, they're the cheapest tickets and they're in the fenced-off Pavilion where you can't buy alcohol because it's been the site of major riots in the past.

Despite the unplanned teetotaling, I thoroughly enjoyed myself with multiple bouts of the Wave, the seventh inning stretch, and frenzied cheering for the Dodgers, who won 11-3 against the hapless Diamondbacks. Apparently I get 10 free wings at Hooters with my ticket stub.