Twenty years ago, I was preparing for my wedding. I wore a gown I sewed myself from ivory taffeta. My poor bridesmaids wore purple dresses with bubble skirts . . . which are coming back in style now, which is how you know it was a very long time ago that my wedding occurred.
I would have something profound to say about marriage and generous to say about my husband, but my feet ache and my hair is crazy and my eyes a bit gritty and the fun hasn’t ended yet, for we’re heading to California Adventures today and then Disneyland again tomorrow.
Last night, I took the four kids back to Disney where we rode the monorail, ate expensive food at the Rainforest Cafe’, saw the parade, watched fireworks and then tried to see “Fantasmic,” the amazing show that takes place on the river.
(What a disaster–the viewing was terrible . . . no seating anywhere–unlike Disney World where this show’s in an amphitheater–and then a man six and a half feet tall lifted up the rope and stepped in front of us, apparently feeling no guilt about suddenly blocking our view, which wasn’t good to start with . . . and then there were the other parents, already in the front, who perched their little ones on their shoulder, thus dooming the people behind them to hopelessness. People are thoughtless, especially when they are in a crowd.)
We returned back to our room at 11:30 p.m. and for once, my kids didn’t wiggle or talk but fell asleep immediately. Oh, did I mention that the hotel management didn’t put us in adjoining rooms? So, I’m in one room with two kids and my husband of twenty years today is in a room across the hall and down one with the other two.
Yes, it’s very romantic.