We got through security rather fast, so we chillaxed at a table.
Disneyland ... Part One
Lori, Kirsten, Christina and I went to Disneyland
from May 16-20, 2005.
Guess what? I took pictures.
We got through security rather fast, so we chillaxed at a table.
That's Kirsten's last Tim Horton's purchase for a few days.
Hooray for DANGER tape.
Lonely chairs in a lonely terminal. Is that emo?
Christina looks like she's itching to go.
I still look tired or something..
Cool lights. I like Vancouver International Airport.
Lori was ... reading? Who does that? I mean, really?
Holy crap, we're flying!
Look, the inside of an airplane. Not too exciting.
Beer Nuts ... hehee.
The clouds finally broke up somewhere over the Oregon coast.
We ain't in Vancouver no more, Dorothy.
Where's the bus??
It's not down there..
We found the bus! The driver was a weird guy.
Taking a Nibs break. Mmm, Nibs.
Blue pylons? No way!
White ones, too. Crazy.
Not the Massey Tunnel (for once).
Thar she be, the Disneyland Hotel. It's not extravagent on the
outside considering it's pricey to stay there.
7-Eleven sighting! They apparently had awful Slurpees.
Hark, a sea of pylons! Ready?...POSE!
When I see that sign, I know I am officially in Disneyland.
Kirsten's fork broke at dinner. I guess it's easy to do that when it's plastic..
Cripes, we're almost too short to go on Autopia.
In line for our favourite ride--Indiana Jones.