Don't you think Anaheim sounds German? It might of been started by some German immigrants or a last name or maybe something like that. But anyway, let's get to the blog.
Victorville had been fairly fun, talking and having fun with The Dodds, Dad's friend, and also playing with kids at our R.V. park and then also doing some errands. But today was a driving day, to Anaheim, CA, where Disneyland was situated. Disneyland! The predecessor of that place that everyone goes to in Orlando, Disneyworld! Mom had been there once, before she was five, but now we were going to the little town boosted in economy by the theme park, and that was close to Los Angeles... which was close to Hollywood, which has all of the awesome star stuff. I was so excited to go, because, you know I want to be a director and actor. This was the place to be! And maybe I'd be lucky enough to appear in a show, be an extra in a movie, or even advertise something in a commercial. I had tried to be in something before, and L. West, a sign guy, tried to get me into a vampire movie but he didn't have the influence. We went in Buckhead to get in a commercial but it was a really rich college where you had A CHANCE to get in a movie, so w didn't do that. So many chances appeared, and even in New Orleans where they were doing a movie called The Hustler but Mom didn't even ask if we could be in. Oh well. Maybe in Hollywood.
We took off from Victorville and didn't care to say goodbye to Chase and Corey, acquaintances of ours we had played with. There wasn't a lot of scenic stuff to do, and it shouldn't of been a long drive, but however there was a lot of LA traffic so along the crowded highways of exhaust and cars of all different kinds, blue, red, colors and sedans and suburbans and trucks and vans and all kinds of cars, we moved slowly along and saw commercial life around us. Nothing scenic or necessarily fun to report. Arriving at the town of Anaheim, in an R.V. park literally minutes from Disney World, we went through hotel chains, large and very good looking, and a cement ledge area with grass where tons of palm trees thrived. I felt now like we were finally really IN CALI, the California we all know with the palm trees, surfers, Disney Land, and Hollywood. Palm Springs we relaxed and chilled out, and did some cool stuff, but in a way it still felt like Arizona. Victorville wasn't really having a CA vibe to it either. But we were finally in the state of fruits and nuts, white signs and palm trees, bald stars and Charlie Sheen's. We entered the R.V. park straight on, with a nice blue walled entrance, and a gold Mickey Mouse upon it. This was the Anaheim R.V. park. We hit it straight on, office on our left, and with the jeep unhooked by way of the Blue Ox cables and the motorhome's generator humming, we then went inside. So excited!
Inside to the right was a little store area, ice cream, shirts, post cards, and cans of soup and stuff like that. To the left was a counter with a girl in uniform. There was all the Disney characters, Mulan, Lion King, Ariel, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Aladdin, Beauty and The Beast, etc, etc. They were posted on a wall, their figures, you know. The girl was large and brown haired, but nice enough, kind of, and she gave us the map, where to park our rig, all the amenities, and they had a tram that went directly to Downtown Disney and Disney Land itself. I asked her her favorite Disney character and she said Aladdin and Mickey Mouse. I like Aladdin too. She couldn't give me a straight answer the first time though, saying she didn't know, they were all great. It's weird people always think it's easier to say "I don't know." I don't know why. Oh wait, I just did it. Oops.
We drove it down some rows, and saw tons of trailers with a lot of bikes and little kids around. This would be fun like Victorville! We saw some bathrooms and a pool on the left, plus some horse shoes. We turned right to the back of the park, where we parked at a fairly nice site, but dang was it packed in! What I mean is it was so small, no concrete we had, just this small green space where we would put our bikes against the R.V., and the actual bike rack when we went to go into LA. The motorhome beside us had rammed us in, although it was shady. There was a picnic table and that was about it. Well, as Mom and Dad did some of the hard work, the sewage and all, as Rebecca got on our bikes and then we went past the pool. Mom and Dad about came with us, but upon seeing kids at the really metal and nice playground, we said goodbye to our parents and joined the posse. Many girls came as we played tag, and I met a guy as I jumped off places and ran really fast, you had nerf guns and we hurt the girls pretty hard. It was a lot of fun, and I had a great time with them for a long time. There were some boring quiet guys who went to the pool, but not many. I played with that one guy and we deflected the girl's with a dinette and metal sprinklers we sprayed at them. The floor was wood chips so it kinda hurt. But then sadly all the boys left so I was alone with the girls.
Those girls were insulting at me and called me weird because I said funny and cheesy things, and made up names like Cat and Miley, names of superstars, and Selena, and it was too much of a coincidence for me to believe them. I told them they were lying for some reason, and when Rebecca said our real names I tried to mask it, "Don't lie to them!" It was reverse psychology.
They called me weird and Rebecca agreed with them. I finally just left and went to Dad, kind of teary and not in a good mood. I went inside and Dad gave Rebecca and I a lecture that Puck shouldn't join into the bullying and we should stick out for each other. I stayed away from Rebecca later as we had some more dramatic moments.
I stayed in the back and her in the front as the glass and plates settled from the earthquake we had caused. We didn't have much food in our store, but at the same time there weren't many good grocery stores around and the traffic was terrible, so we'd eat out today. Getting in the jeep but not totally believing we were eating out, just going out for a drive, we got among all of the palm trees and hotels. We were super close to Disneyland, really only a few minutes away. Some of the "Disney Lodges" included, a Swiss architecture piece that was like a chalet (I can't explain what it looks like but if you go online you can probably examine what it's like.) Also a wooden one that was a combination of an Abe Lincoln Cabin and a lodge at Yellowstone. Others were just regular motels. I couldn't see all of it in the turning areas with all the commercial activity around, but it wasn' like Orlando where it was far away in a swamp, no, it was really in the town. Among the large trees were business fronts and little restaurants, but we didn't pick any of these. We found ourselves continuing among these hotels however, and came into a dark parking lot and a small toll box like building that was at the other end. A large sign said Downtown Disney. Sliding up after going through a gate earlier where a guard let us in, we quickly got out and let the valet man take the car. I grabbed my video camera and stuff, hardly able to get out as I didn't know what we were doing. I did get out, though.
The evening with the sunset colors emerging had a stale and humid air to it, but very mild. I was excited to go into what Dad explained was the adult and parent part of Disney Land, the restaurants, shops, all that. It seemed to me that that was a smart idea on Walt Disney's part. There was a walkway, brick, into all of these buildings,and they were huge large buildings with slick metal and different materials, rock, stone, wood, all that, and there was a huge Broadway in the middle where tons of kids and people, moms with strollers, Dad's lugging kid's hands off, and all the teens with their short shorts and painted fingernails, and the smart phones. On our left by the ticket booth or the valet was a water pool with some little things in there... I wonder what that was. On our right was a large tall restaurant entitled, "THE ESPN ZONE" with panels, some of the bats and heads moving and tilting a bit. There was a basketball player figure, a baseball one, football, and soccer. Then in neon letters way above the door said it and then in a blue circle. We might eat there, and Mom certainly was fine with it (she did so many sports at a young age and also watches all kinds of Sports Center and all), but we decided to walk on a little.
There was some more nice nice souvenir shops, very high roofs and stuff, and on our left was a tiki looking Hawaii building, with little sketches in the rock of animals, and tiki faces that looked crazy. This was surrounded by noises of creatures, brown fake crates and boxes, and tropical trees and plant life. It was pretty interesting. It was the Rainforest Cafe, and before we had gone into one that was really awesome with a fish tank and performances of people dressed up like animals, but for some reason, maybe it was the noise or that it was expensive or not good food the last time, Mom and Dad didn't want to go. After passing a directory we came to a band faced left at the Rainforest and there was a band, guitars, base, drums and singer, rocking out on the black curtain and black stage. We decided that we were so hungry, that it was fine to just go back to the Zone. We walked into the building after walking back, and in there it was loud, with all these sports games bounding around, and also there was a lot of people. It was very dark too. Up high was a hockey players and many T.Vv's around, with to our right it seemed a world away from all these sounds of beer and noisiness, a gift shop with sports stuff, fairly small, with nice music. On our left was in a glass display case the Rose Bowl. We walked to the podium in the middle under two staircases going up, and where waitresses moved and out with plates.
They said like 15 to 20 minutes would be the next available table. Rebecca and I asked if we could go up the two staircases on either side to see what was up there. Mom consented, if we would stay together and come down in only ten minutes. Up there was a huge assortment of video game machines and racing games, shooting, hunting, and A LOT of sports ones. There was dance, surfing, boring golf ones, and so many many different ones like that. All these kids were playing it, putting tokens in, and jumping up and down. But over on the left side away from fuse ball and pool, was a different side of the place. There was an eerie counter and also a balcony where we could look below on the hard concrete floor and bustling families. It had been about ten minutes and Mom appeared in front and in between the stairs, in the lobby. We filed down as I collected Rebecca and were led to our table, past all these rows and rooms of people (they had this much room but was still full?) into a lecture hall like setting, a lot smaller however, with the tables and counters with people on stools going down farther. At one end was 16 small T.V. screens, all showing different sports games with numbers telling the time and all, and one big one in the middle that was hockey. It was epic!
We sat down amazed as they seated us at a table which looked on it on the side. I had to look over Dad to see the awesome screen. I had never seen so many T.V.'s on like that in my life. I wish I had been in a booth where it faces the screens and they actually have a small television glued to the table... but oh well. A nice waitress served us and she wore black... then we ordered. Drinking out of the ice cold water with straw and eating spinach dip, watching some of the games and basically talking about sports personalities and strategies. I went to the restroom, where in the scented loo was stalls that had urinals that had small T.V. screens of games. That was so cool, and I watched it as I thought that people were always bored when they peed... so why don't we do this? Good idea, really.
Back at the table we talked and the parents ate their good salads with potatoes, and I ate my potato with Philly cheese steak. Rebecca had mac'n'cheese It was very very good. But large and cheesy and fattening also.So we boxed it up. We went into the gift shop for a super long time, sadly, where Mom got some basketballs for her brothers that an employee, a girl, who didn't know what she was doing boxed up. Dad tugged the hair of the Rebecca with the jacket and unwashed hair, and then I took pictures of it with my camera at them laughing. That gift shop was awesome, with the golf ball pyramid, football through slinkies, soccer sculptures, and all the other cool things done with them. Maybe Mom took pictures of them with her camera or phone. I got a great blue and white ESPN hat, and although I might not be the biggest sports fan, it was still a great hat. We walked outside in the cool night breeze, the air harsh with every passing soul. Outside Rebecca went to the other side with that water, and they were boats with islands and all in a bunch, looking like brown island kind of ones. There was a pyramid that looked like the Mayan one, pretty crazy. Rebecca gave Mom her stuff, not knowing it cost money, and used the steering wheel on the wall to pilot it. I pretended to be doing it, knowing of the family by us who was actually doing it, and Rebecca took the reigns and "got it through the whole in the pyramid. We needed to leave but Rebecca was so delighted in it that she had done that and played with it, thinking someone put the money in but didn't play it. I didn't want to tell her it was fake so I just pretended it was real and congratulated her on her efforts. Maybe she might find out later.
At home, we crashed, and I let the bed out. Dad informed us we'd probably spend about two nights there, because we'd be going to Disney Land and then move to a park in Hollywood. You could not even measure the amount of excitement I had for the morrow. We were going to Disneyland!
Goodbye for now.
"And Clemens takes up the ball, jumps on his feet, dribbles, and the Swans win 21-15! The crowd goes wild!",
Andrew.
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