I got back from... DISNEYLAND!

[ObbiQuiet]

This is the story I am copy+pasting from another forum I post at. There will be pictures later.

Sorry for the constant astericks - my linguistics are slightly different at the other forum.


I thank you if you read it all; I think it's pretty entertaining so you should have no trouble.

[note: I have 78 pictures of the event. I will get them ALL to you on multiple angelfire accounts as soon as they are developed (when my mom gets home)]

Thursday: I wake up without a phone call from a friend (*cough, Tuzmin, cough*) at 3:00 am, wide awake. I had taken a sleeping pill at 9 pm that previous night, and with those blue pals you wake up after six hours totally awake. You sleep like the dead and wake up non-groggy. Awesomeness.

Anyway, I get ready and spend the morning packing. At about 4:45 am my friend, Eric (his real name), comes by and picks me up. It turns out that sucka didn't have the same sleeping pills as I, so he was tiered. Smartly, though, I had brought along a whole bag of them for later.

I arrive at the band room with Eric and see the beloved band - oh, how I love those guys. There was Stephen, the raging heterosexual who makes it his goal to have no less then twelve females around him at any time. There was Douggy and Burkly with their gigantic cooler filled with candy. There was Daniel, with his annoying high-pitched voice and unibrow, trying to convince a person who didn't care of the statistical probabilities of gravity reversing itself. And then there was the sound of popping and laughing as (I knew from past experiance) Will and Ian were in the back room sticking foil gum wrappers in the electrical sockets. The girls were huddled in their typical clicks, all dressed in pajamas ("meh," says I). 20 minutes of waiting and we board the bus... but...

The bus was brand new and it was from Canada. A Canadian bus - in Tucson, Arizona.

I didn't ask.

We started to pile into the million-dollar bus. Its seats were plush and comfortable; the ten TV moniters were crisp. All of the windows were large and crystal-clear; the bathroom was large and spacious (Douggy was particularily happy about that). As usual nobody took the initiative to sit next to me (since Eric had his girlfriend) except for when there were no more seats left. I ended up sitting next to a bloke named Carson - cool guy, a big Jazz enthusiast.

The Trip There:

And we're off in the black of night. We're driving up to Pheonix (I should have told Shazz so he could stand out on the highway and wave) across open farmlands in arizona (they exist- contrary to popular belief). We watch the sun come up, blah blah blah. I listen to music on Carson's CD player, I read some Nietzsche and Ayn Rand. At a rest stop just a few miles out of Pheonix we stop for "breakfast" (I didn't have a watch, but I guess it was 8:30 am). This consisted of:

Cheese begals
Chocolate Muffins
Bananas
Sunny Delight

I get sick if I have cheese. I break out in acne if I have chocolate. I get constipated if I have bananas. I hate sunny delight. I ate nothing.

After about a half hour we're back on the road now heading west towards California. I read some more, I listened to Maroon 5's "Songs about Jane" and Bare Naked Ladies' "Stunt" cds - which I'm going to buy as soon as possible. I'm a relatively pacient person in real life so I just sat waiting for us to arrive - sure enough at about 1 PM we did.

Chapman College:

Our first stop was at Chapman College. There we would be playing for a very experianced director with a PHD in everything musical. We go in, we play, we learn, w00-hoo. (I was going to write up a large part about this but it's not interesting to non-band folk, so I'll spare you)

After the college we go to a buffet-place-resturaunt-thing. The only highlight of this was the giant Jello [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] Eric and I made by piercing blocks of red jello with a straw. We were sitting at the tablehead of one of three tables with perhaps 30 people sitting down this long stretch of seating. Imagine holding this large, red, jiggly [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] with your hand and then looking up to see everyone down the table staring at you.

The hotel: After three or so hours we start off - to disneyland!

Well, close. Our hotel was about two miles away. Everyone was exhausted - the sun was now setting, but we new the fun was finally going to begin. All of us waited anxiously in the bus to be assigned rooms (except for Clint - he's a ******* and nobody likes him). I got assigned with (yay) Eric, Paul, and Evan. Evan is a quiet puerto rican whom we call "ethnic diversity man." Paul is a large fellow and is very gossipy; I don't mind too much, though, since I knew he would be in other rooms. Eric, whom you've already met, is a medium-heighted white boy from Georga who thinks Dave Mathews is God and who somehow manages to be voted the hottest male in band every year. He is also my best friend.

Paul, Evan, Eric and I grab our luggage (I had the most since I had planned for four days instead of two - whoops) and head towards the elevators. It is packed with band people so we use the "exit" stairs to get up to the second floor where our room is. This reminded me of the Conan episode where he goes running down the stairs in an attempt to kill Max, only to have Max magically turn into rambo. We're walking to our rooms (the girl's floor is floor 5, boys 2) and we just start seeing the people in the front of the elevator line getting off, so we grin spitefully.

The room contained two queen-sized beds. Since I'm secure in my sexuality I have no trouble sleeping with guys, even while going commando, but nobody else in that room was. They ended up deciding that Ethnic Diversity Man slept on the floor, Paul slept in the chair while Eric and I got the queen-sized beds to ourselves (I had no part in this discussion).

We are situated. We hear word that the pizza will be arriving in 20 minutes (I get a whole large pizza just to myself without cheese - pizza without cheese isn't too terribly bad, as I found out). Girls are already sneaking into boys rooms and boys into the girl's. Now, despite the fact that 60% of this band's members are attractive, these are band people; they are highly religious, moral, and upstanding people. None of them will participate in sex and none of them carried condoms; except for Stephen, the raging heterosexual.

However, even without sex things can get pretty interesting.

We hear word from Paul (remember, the gossip) that there is a porno on HBO at 10. w00t, says we! (we forgot to watch it) I'm ready to end up making out with a cute girl this time. Does that happen? Noooooo. Obbi gets nothing. BUT, Obbi DOES get a whole large pizza all to himself. So, I cannot complain very much.

I DO make a fool of myself. At a point in time when there were a lot of females in our room I decided to say what I did for the two days prior to the trip (get drunk and naked, then post pictures on a Christianforums). I thought they'd love the story... all I got was silence afterwards. It wasn't the good silence either, it was the.. "meh... ****, I should probably say something... nah, I'll just think about being a unresponsive *****."

The argument:

We were getting ready for bed at about 10:30. Eric and I got into a huge 15-minute long fight about when the alarm should be set at (for best friends we fight pretty often). I said, "It should be set at 5 am! You may have enough time to get ready, but you already showered and you don't know how long THIS *points towards hair* takes to get washed."
"No," he responded, "if we wake up at 6:30 we'll have plenty of time. You're not setting the alarm for five. If you do I'll beat your face in with it when it goes off."

It turns out I was right; we were late because he set it for 6:30.

(funny, though; I quickly thought: fine, I'll just set the actual time on the clock an hour and a half BACK so when 6:30 approaches it'll really be 5 am. Right before I went to bed I realized my blunder and corrected it, thank God. Had I not've we would have woken up at 8 am.)

The Grand Idea (the whole reason this trip was great):

Backstory on our US/AZ history teacher, Mr. Estey:

Mr. Estey is the coolest man on the face of the planet. He is 5'9, buff, bald, "much older then ya' think", has "a jackolantern tooth smile", and dresses like a cowboy. He is EXTREMELY well-read and is a very intelligent man. He is a Reactionary, doesn't give a ****, and finds it funny when children die in humorous ways (especially past students of his). He is a sociopath, is married to a french woman, can speak english, spanish, and french, rides a motorcycle to school, used to be a fireman, was born poor in california, pelts students with erasers, carries combat knives with him (at school) and out of school always carries a colt.

Whoever has had him has always come to the same conclusion: he is the best teacher they have ever had. His past students LOVE him, so do his current ones. They're always decorating his door for holidays (lmao, valentines day is hillarious - he gets so many valentines day cards and singing telegrams from students that he just stops comming to school for a while).

Not only his he cool, but his classes rock - it's the same thing every day. Sit down, and get lectured; but he has such a way of talking about the coolest things. The wednesday before spring break he taught us how to jam radioes, for example.

His relationship with Disney: He hates Disney. When I say "hates Disney" I mean he passionately dislikes Disney almost as much as he dislikes Charles DuGuall (sp?)

He is also banned from the Disney theme parks. Once while he was there Goofy had put a hand on his shoulder; Estey, being the Drill Instructor-type person he is (already on edge because of the crowd - he is paranoid as hell of pick-pockets) turns around and punches Goofy right in his plastic head. Within seconds Mr. Estey is covered from head-to-toe with security guards. He is then thrown out of the park and banned from comming back.

I'm sorry: I have to go now. I'll finish the story after I get back from the doctor's office (the reasons I'll explain in my continuation).

 

[ObbiQuiet]

Now that you've heard of Mr. Estey I'll tell you of our plan. It was late at night and the lights were off (thursday night, about 10 pm-ish). Paul and Ethnic Diversity Man were snoring on their respective sleeping surfaces. Eric and I are laying in bed (two seperate beds) when I say, laughing, "You know... we should get a picture of Goofy just for Estey."
Eric starts laughing and responds, "We should get him a sign that says, 'I love Estey.'"
We both crack up laughing. I sit up in bed suddenly and exclaim, "Ooooh! We could make it out of my Pizza box!"
"Nice! I have a pen, too!"
*more laughter for a while*
"Anyway... we'll do it in the morning..."
"yeah... 'nite Chris..."
"'nite."

Fifteen minutes later:

*Eric starts chuckling*
"This is gonna be awesome," I said as I laughed as well - we both knew we had been thinking about the sign.
"I can't sleep."
"Me neither. Fortunately I brought sleeping pills." I get out the blue pills and give Eric one. We lay back down and wait for them to kick in, giggling.

"You know," I said to Eric concerned, ".. I hope you're not allergic to what I gave you."
"****, man, could I be?"
"Yeah." ... I paused, now seeing my opritunity... "Man, I hope it doesn't kill you."
"... oh **** man, could it?!" He sounded generally scared.
"Of course. Especially someone of your light body mass... **** man, I hope I'm able to wake you up in the morning."
"... oh ****... ****... ****"
I start laughing.

"... I ****ing hate you." He says as he rolls over and goes to bed.

He got his revenge, though: He started snoring after about five minutes JUST as I was about to fall asleep. I tried to wake him up to get him to stop but I couldn't. Eric's generally a light sleeper, but he was out COLD. The last option was to accidently spill cold water on him, but the pill had just kicked in and all I seemed strong enough to do was breathe.

After what seemed like forever I fall asleep.

Friday Morning - PreDisney:

My subconscious tracks Paul's movements through the room and I wake up. The magical pill had done its work - I had gotten 10 hours of sleep in 6, and I am fully awake. God I love those things. I look at the clock and see it's about 5:30 am, still another hour before Eric's alarm goes off. I quickly jump up and leap into the bathroom before Paul can and start up the shower. I had just gotten shampoo in my hair when the bathroom lights go off.

It's not a very smart idea to put the bathroom lightswitch outside the bathroom. I hear Eric giggling. *******.

Anyway, I had no problems with it; I'm used to showering in the dark, and since this was a hotel everything was simpley located.

I get out at about 6 just in time for our wake-up call. The phone rings and immediately I lunge and say, "Ooh, ohh! Let me get it!"
"Hello, county morgue."
"...This is your wakeup call."
"... huh? Sir, this is Bill from the morgue - you must have the wrong number."
"On this switchboard it says you're room 203."
"... ****."
"Thank you, sir."
*click*

Well, it was funny for a while. Everyone else was cycling through the shower and getting ready. Come 7:30 we have to run downstairs carrying our luggage to keep from being late... half way down the stairs Eric stops. "****, I forgot something!" he says. He runs back to the room. Two minutes later he returns carrying the Bible. "I made myself a promise to steal it; I almost forgot."

We head down, check out of our rooms, load on the bus and drive to Disneyland.

[to be continued]

 

[ObbiQuiet]

To Disney and Set-up:

One of the parents gives us the "talk" about what's going on once we get there. I will give you the simple version (and yes, this is the simple version):

"You will arrive at disneyland. Leave your concert dress and instruments on the bottom of the bus. You will go in dressed as civilians - Disney does not want their tourists to know that you are performers. You will scatter once you get into the front gates of the Disney Theme Park and head to the Toon Town gates. From there you will be met by a Disney representative who will take you into backstage Disney. From there you will change into your concert dress and get your instruments (the bus will arrive there) as soon as they are inspected by the Disney personel. You will then load into a tram and will be taken to the performance stage at California Adventure, where you will perform. After that. You will re-board the tram, head back to the changing areas with your bus, change back into civilian clothing, then enter back into toon town. From there you will have to check back in at the castle at 2 pm, then later at 7:30 pm, and finally at 10:30 pm. You can go to both Disneyland and California Adventure."

(I felt like a secret agent at this point)

So, we get to the parking area; I've been here eight times before (I know disneyland and california adventure like the back of my hand). The place is familiar. We walk off the bus and cooly take the tram over to the ticket area ("Please keep your hands and feet inside the tram at all times." I immediately stuck my feet out).

We filter into the park giving the tickets to the funny people in the booths. It's the happiest place on earth, next to Buddhist Tibet.

They have the end of main-street closed off until 9 am (a man entered the park with an automatic weapon, from what I later found out from my director). The entire street was packed extraordinarily tightly. When they took off the barricades a near riot started - everyone started running at once, screaming. It was a stampede of ride-hungry morons.

I hate people in large groups.

Anyway, I strole along to Toon Town alone. Everyone else in band has to check their maps, but I know the rout by heart (pathetic, no?). I reach the Toon Town bridge and start talking with the Disney Representative. She is a witty woman, brown hair, and sort of stout. My bandmates begin to show up at the gate. Eventually when we have everyone together we (to our hostess's extreme suprise) almost instantly form up into a single file line. We are led into back-ally disney, where everything is prepared. There are no photographs allowed - warehouses are everywhere, construction workers, the whole deal. I have seen it before, but the first time I saw it it was a little disappointing. It's like knowing how the magic trick was done.

Still, it's something very few of the public gets to see.

We change, put on our concert dress (Mr. P (the director) changed with the guys for once - when he walks in everyone started cheering and whistling - hillarious), and then load onto the tram. From behind toon town we are driven (trammed?) to the back of California Adventure. We unload, line up, and load on stage.

The audiance was maybe only a 100 people, 20 of which were people related to the band. Still, we played for about a half hour. We got our own professional announcer from a sound booth - like one of the guys from the movies. We pack up, head back to the busses, and put the stuff away. Eric gets me to wear his "man-purse" (a single shoulder-strap bag) for a while, which you'll see in some of the pictures I'll scan off for you on sunday. In it we have hidden the folded-up pizza box top with "I [heart] Estey." scrawled on it.

Eric and his girlfriend head off to do their thing while I set off for a disposable camera. Now this is where the fun begins.

Unfortunately, my father had just told me to go to bed (thank God - I got like an hour of sleep last night), so I'm packing up for tonight.

I'll get the rest tomarrow after church.

 

[ObbiQuiet]

[I will add pictures once I get them scanned off]

I walked back to Main Street alone, looking for a camera place. I see one just at the opening mouth of it and head inside. All of Main Street is a throw-back to the late 1800's, and in here it was no different - well, aside from the walls lined with yellow over-priced disposable cameras. I walked up to the counter and interrupted a conversation between an elderly gentleman and a young Navajo woman - they were talking about the next generation gaming consoles. I went on and joined in, she asked me what I prefered and what I was looking forward to (xbox and halo 2), and we had an interesting conversation. I never knew Disney employees were so cool until now. That opinion intesified by the end of the day; most Disney Theme Park employees are the coolest people in existance. The women are witty, pretty, and enjoy the finer things in life - the men were the same, except most of them spoke with lisps. Anyway, I purchased a disposable camera with a flash and 39 pictures. $20 this baby cost me - **** over-priced *******s.

I leave the store while struggling to open the foil container the camera sat in. I almost couldn't - and I knew if I were an astronaut I would probably die in space from starvation. Anyway, after about three minutes of white-knuckled struggling I bit it open. My next stop was Toon Town - where Goofy always is. In my (Eric's) "man-purse" I had the "I [heart] Estey" sign tucked away tightly. Finally I was going to be able to take the picture - it was now close to 11 am. My friends were on rides, buying food, and having fun; I was a man on a mission.

I arrived at Toon Town with its crazy, wavey and cartoonish characteristics and see Goofy and Pluto surrounded by little kids. He was the man I wanted; and I could wait. I'd get him with the sign soon enough. However, as I approached he waved his last goodbyes and headed off. The ******* was going to take a break! Aha, but before he did he got suckered into trying to entertain an autistic (possibly retarded) child in a wheel chair. Whoever was in that Goofy costume should get smacked since when he noticed his attempts to entertaine were not being recieved by the child he started pretending to pick his nose and fart.

There's no class in that. No wonder Estey knocked your block off, you stupid ****.

Anyway, as soon as Goofy had figured he was finished with his Civic duty (or his need for a ******) he headed out of the same Toon Town exit that our band used. I was determined to catch him, so I would wait until he returned. I turned to a nearby male Disney employee.
"Do you know when Goofy will return?"
[heavy lisp] "Well, he should be returning soon. He's got Tap-Dancing lessions with Donald, you know, so it might take him a while with his big shoes and all..."
"... ah."

So I started waiting along with a family who overheard my coversation with the homosexual disney employee. Fifteen minutes passed and still no Goofy. I was getting anxious. Then I started thinking...

"It'd be really funny if I got pictures of random people holding the sign." Then I glanced at the family next to me and grinned. I walked up to the father and asked him, "Hey, I was wondering if I could get a picture of you holding this sign while I get a picture of you. It's for my US/AZ history teacher back home."

"Sure." He says. [I'll put edit the picture I took of him in as soon as I'm over at my mom's place]

Suddenly my mind fills with ideas and I start laughing. I will take pictures of as many Characters, Disney employees, and random people as I can holding the sign. The monday before school I will cover Mr. Estey's door with these pictures of people and characters he doesn't know holding a sign that says they love him. I immedately start laughing; but first I need Goofy. I notice the little buggar on the other side of Toon Town and ran towards him and got my photograph with him (I took 3-ish pictures of goofy, one of him just alone holding the sign, but this one he was holding it with my arm around his/her shoulder). I'll post this picture with my edit as well.

For the rest of the day I was walking around the park getting pictures of Disney employees. I won't start telling individual stories until I get the pictures scanned off - I'll tell you the story for each (some are simply hillarious).

There are 78 photographs in total. If you total up the complete ammount of people that posed for me (some of the girls were INCREDIBLY hot, as you'll soon see) it'd reach well over 100.

As for now, I'll go on and type what happened at the end.

 

[ObbiQuiet]

I got to school 50 minutes early and went to the band room + the academic decathelon room and rounded up a few people. We went down to Estey's room and started taping the pictures to his door. Fifteen minutes later, minus the ones with me, we had 65 pictures on this man's door. We (about five of us) were rolling with laughter and anticipation - even with my sinus infection. I then returned to the band room and informed Mr. P I was going to be late - and under the circumstances he found it acceptable.

Now, Mr. Estey always comes to school RIGHT on time. He lives an hour and a half away from school out in the middle of nowhere (I kid you not) and rides his motorcycle to school. He arrives a minute before the late bell rings every day.

So, I camp out while the rest of my friends go to class. I have the sign folded under my arm. His class starts to pile outside, looking at the door, laughing like hell. By the time he comes there are about 30 kids standing out there with me. The school building on his floor has about four classes in it, and the entrance to these four classes is a set of two doors and two large windows. I stand inside the inclosed hallway with the sign propped against the window. Right on time he comes walking around the corner about 50 feet away, dressed in his heavy jeans and sunglasses, he sees the sign. It was like all thought had suddenly stopped. His facial expression disappears and he starts to remove his sunglasses but he stops half way.

I keep a straight face.

After a few seconds he continues walking and forgets about removing his sunglasses. I see him mouth "... what?" He enters the building and walks up to his door. His eyes scan it. After a few seconds he says, "... what the hell?"

... what the hell?

He turns his head, looks at me, then looks back at his door. His face tenses into the biggest smile I have ever seen. His face turns beat red and he starts laughing. He doesn't stop. The bell rings and he tries to open the door but he can't find the handle. He stops for a few seconds to tell the students to go inside. I say, "See-ya fourth period," and I leave with him laughing.

I see him fourth period and he is still giggling. I tell him what I did and he goes outside and looks at the door again. From outside I hear him laugh again.

The entire day I had people comming up to me and talking to me about it; people I don't even know. It was awesome.

 

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I hope there wasn't anything too harsh or crude in these posts, and if there was I'm sorry - I'll edit it immediately.

I thank you for reading it all if you did.

 

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Haha, this is kind of the wrong forum... oops...

Mods, a little help moving, please?

 

[Annabel Lee]

Nice pics..I go to Disneyland at least once a year.

Um...Who is Estey????

 

[ObbiQuiet]

Nice pics..I go to Disneyland at least once a year.

Um...Who is Estey????

Read what I posted - I know it's a lot, but it explains it.

 

[Annabel Lee]

Oh sorry...I thought this was the first page. Silly me.

 

[ObbiQuiet]

Yup, there's a whole lot of reading.

I doubt many will read it all, but I think it's a neat narrative...

I still need to finish my trip story... hmm...