Disneyland
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bonny_kateBeing a post in honor of Disneyland, which is nearly two weeks past
Disneyland was glorious. It rained for a couple of hours at the beginning of the day, which served to scare off some people, I think, and cleared the air. We (being my parents, my brother (Nate), his girlfriend (Jing Jing), Irene and I) had all sorts of little bits of good luck. (It was, in fact, an interesting counterpoint to the previous LA weekend in which there were so many bits of bad luck.) Our timing was great. We kept hopping on rides with very little wait, and going by them later to find that the wait was twice as long. We saw three little mini shows (usually we don't see any), three "streetsweepers" playing trashcans and whatnot, Mary Poppins (supercalifragilisticexpialidocious), and a band at New Orleans. We stood in line for Indiana Jones, but then the ride broke down, which was sad, but they gave us a fastpass which sent us to the front of the line for a second time on Space Mountain. Then, at the very last (having seen Fastasmic, which is fabulous), Irene and Jing Jing and I, the others having left early, went past Indiana Jones on our way out of the park, in a sort of forlorn hope that it just might be open. As we were walking past, there was this large group of people standing in front of the entrance to the ride. Someone said that they had opened the ride, and there was a great cheer and suddenly a mob of people descended on the entrance. I've never seen anything like it. It was slightly unreal, but very fabulous.
There are two things I particularly love about Disneyland. First, it is bigger on the inside. I don't mean literally, but it feels bigger. There's so much going on, and such detail, that it doesn't feel like a theme park (it isn't about the rollercoasters, but something else). It feels like the TARDIS, because I wander through Disneyland and think that all this can't possibly fit in that small area. The second thing about Disneyland is the attention to detail. The Tiki Room, for instance, has carefully constructed windows so that water can pour down when it's supposed to be raining. The floor looks like it's covered with little stones, and the benches have bamboo backs. Individually, the details don't mean much, and you don't generally notice them, but they all add up and add to the general impression. There's a thoughtfulness to all the details. All the buildings lean in slightly, so that they give the visual illusion of being straight, because straight buildings look like they're leaning out. The buildings are all to scale, and are slightly smaller so as to be friendlier.
Someday when I move back to LA I'm getting a year pass to Disneyland and am going swing dancing there. That'll be shiny.
Disneyland was glorious. It rained for a couple of hours at the beginning of the day, which served to scare off some people, I think, and cleared the air. We (being my parents, my brother (Nate), his girlfriend (Jing Jing), Irene and I) had all sorts of little bits of good luck. (It was, in fact, an interesting counterpoint to the previous LA weekend in which there were so many bits of bad luck.) Our timing was great. We kept hopping on rides with very little wait, and going by them later to find that the wait was twice as long. We saw three little mini shows (usually we don't see any), three "streetsweepers" playing trashcans and whatnot, Mary Poppins (supercalifragilisticexpialidocious), and a band at New Orleans. We stood in line for Indiana Jones, but then the ride broke down, which was sad, but they gave us a fastpass which sent us to the front of the line for a second time on Space Mountain. Then, at the very last (having seen Fastasmic, which is fabulous), Irene and Jing Jing and I, the others having left early, went past Indiana Jones on our way out of the park, in a sort of forlorn hope that it just might be open. As we were walking past, there was this large group of people standing in front of the entrance to the ride. Someone said that they had opened the ride, and there was a great cheer and suddenly a mob of people descended on the entrance. I've never seen anything like it. It was slightly unreal, but very fabulous.
There are two things I particularly love about Disneyland. First, it is bigger on the inside. I don't mean literally, but it feels bigger. There's so much going on, and such detail, that it doesn't feel like a theme park (it isn't about the rollercoasters, but something else). It feels like the TARDIS, because I wander through Disneyland and think that all this can't possibly fit in that small area. The second thing about Disneyland is the attention to detail. The Tiki Room, for instance, has carefully constructed windows so that water can pour down when it's supposed to be raining. The floor looks like it's covered with little stones, and the benches have bamboo backs. Individually, the details don't mean much, and you don't generally notice them, but they all add up and add to the general impression. There's a thoughtfulness to all the details. All the buildings lean in slightly, so that they give the visual illusion of being straight, because straight buildings look like they're leaning out. The buildings are all to scale, and are slightly smaller so as to be friendlier.
Someday when I move back to LA I'm getting a year pass to Disneyland and am going swing dancing there. That'll be shiny.
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Date: 2009-02-06 04:02 am (UTC)THAT'S IT, I'M THERE.
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Date: 2009-02-06 06:10 am (UTC)