The day started when I received a call from my boyfriend at 9:04am. I had just woken up a hour or so before to wake him up for a test he had at 10:30. So I was kinda mad/confused on why he decided to wake me up. I mean I had just fell back asleep in my nice warm bed, but anywho, he asked me if I wanted to go to Disneyland later on during the day. I laughed and said yes. So around 3 hours later he was done with the test and I still wasn't ready. I chose to fall back asleep and then went to go get gasoline and watch the office and talk to the roomies so I guess it was my fault I wasn't. But thats besides the point. I was ready around 1ish and after asking him why he forgot his jacket like 100 times, we were on our way. Before arriving at Disneyland we made a pit stop at the Tyler Mall. Ran inside and bought a Hurley jacket for my love, since I had a feeling it was gunna be very cold today. ( I have a 6th sense) We had originally planned to stop and get food before we arrived but that slipped from both our minds, since his friends John & Avalon where already on their way to Disneyland and coming from Lakewood, I knew they would be there faster. So after speeding around the 5 and arriving safely & full of nerves we parked in Minnie 8C.
I don't think I had ever been so nervous in my life. As the escalator made the ground closer and closer my palms where sweating. I thought "what if they don't like me? what if they hate me then the whole day will be awful and there goes it all" Avalon smiled and waved to use as we came down. I just stood there and felt like a ghost. As I stepped into the ground she smiled and said hello and gave me a hug. Lets just say I was a lot calmer after that. But from this initial meeting, I still wasn't sure how the day was going to go. The boys talked about which rides they had to go on and which order should they be done in. Having been avoiding California Screaming for the past 10 or so years of my life I tried to give my two-sense on why we shouldn't go to CA-Adventure and just stick with Disneyland. Old school. But then Chris had to open his mouth and inform everyone that I had not been on it and should go today... and of course they agreed. I don't do drops, gunna be honest here. I hate the feeling of loosing my stomach. I hate it. I really do. So we flipped a coin and good ol' George Washington came through for me. Disneyland was first. We rode Pirates and Indiana. Then they decided it was time to go to CA-Ad. I wasn't happy. Chris wanted to just get it over with. But the coin was flipped in my favor again. Soaring was next and it was pretty legit, we got the best seats. But the happiness was short lived. I was literally being dragged onto a ride that almost made me sick just seeing it. I was talked to about how it wasnt that bad and I would be fine. We stood in line for less than 4 minutes. Here's me thinking I have all the time in the world to get mentally prepared. NOPE! We get it, and I asked the ride attendant on how long the drop takes and if I can get off. But again I listened to someone other than my own conscience. I tried to grab both of Chris's hands but he told me it was best to hold the bar thingy with one and just hold one of his hands I was so scared. As I heard the clock count down from 5, 4, 3, 2, O MY!!!!!! I had the grip of life on his hand. The first drop I thought I was going to die.
Throughout the entire ride I closed my eyes and screamed and dug my nails in more and more. At the end I laughed. Then I got a look that said "I told you so". After the ferris wheel, toy story shooting thing, and a nice leg massage, we made our way over to
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