You get the world for your birthday baby...

Welcome to my post birthday post. Feel free to sing me that song instead of the birthday song. Or this song is good any day of the year.

Disneyland really is the perfect place to spend your birthday if you're on your lonesome. Not only do you get in free but they give you a badge (actually I got two):

So that everyone knows its your birthday and everyone gives you a big "Happy Birthday".  The ride attendants, the food vendors that hates their jobs, other park goers, other May 13th-ers. So you feel both special and part of the crowd both at the same time.

I'm not sure if Disneyland is quite the happiest place on earth (I'm reserving my judgement until after I get to Dollywood) but it sure is chipper. I walked down Main St to one of my favourite musical nerd burger songs, I ate a pretzel that looked like Mickey, I ate a churrio that looked kind of phallic, I rode tea cups and Mickey even let me drive! He gave me a driver's licence that was just as easy to get as my international permit. 

Funnily enough, the autopolis attraction was the one with the longest wait, despite most of the people in the queue being adults that drive EVERY DAY. 

For a brief moment i wished Ffrench and LK were with me when I did the Indiana Jones Ride simple because they would have believed they were in fact Indie. Then i thought of all the revolting things they would be saying around small children and i was once again glad to be on my own.

Hey remember that film called "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?"? And remember how much I love that film called "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?"? Well check this:

I'd like to take a moment to reminisce the wonder that was wonderland. My fellow sydneysiders, come with me. Everyone else just know it was the shiz. Now Disney rides were good and their fabrication was superb. I could go on and on and on and on about the A-Mazing attention to detail in the dressings, however I wanted a little something extra. (I'm selfish like that, it's how I roll). Now maybe it was because I was younger and tinier and more of a wussbag but Wonderland had rides that Scared the shit out of me! Disney had no upsidey roller coasters, no free-falls, no space probe, no demon, no unsafe wooden rickety coaster. Alas.

Was a lovely, exhausting day, even without losing my guts. 

I have a little video content for you lovelies but alas it is not converting. Another time. 

Got the Pig

My brain is a little cloudy right now so I don't feel like my usual witty self. Apologies my adoring public, all six of you are very dear to me. I have the swine flu. 

Not really. I did hang out with a latino in LA but I'm fairly certain its not in their DNA. No, this is entirely self inflicted. The result of too many beers on too many nights. I blame the English. Damn them, with their pounds and their drink guzzling ways. Such a bad influence.

LA was lovely though. I plan on heading back their next week for a few more days. I desperately want to go to MOCA and Mickey is going to let me into Disneyland for free on Wednesday. He better not sing me Happy Birthday or I'll break his floppy jumbo ears. I loath that song. 

I saw lots of pretty things already in LA like sleeve tattoos, shiny shiny new cars and this guy:

The Shat

I made LA friends too (not just the naughty english ones).  One of said friends took her dog inside a club. Woman was on the dance floor with a fluffy black pomeranian in her arm. So LA. The other, is teaching me spanish... sort of. I now know the chile is salsa not jalepinos and can say beer and sleep. I'm almost fluent.

Right now I'm chillin' in San Diego with my cousin. I think I'll spend tomorrow at the beach provided I find myself a cheap and non-offensive bikini. Oh I guess that means I'll need to shave my legs too. Lame.

For those of you following its progress, the toe nail hasn't faired so well.