Headed to LAX

Picking up Anne who is semi-surprise visiting for two days.

Yay!

MAO!

Brianne visits / Celeb sighting.

Brianne promised me 4 months ago when I broke my ankle and canceled my birthday party that she would definitely come back from SF to visit LA for my eventual "I'm healed!" party.

Well. I can stand. And limp. And "walk" around like a semi-normal person again!

So I guess life is my "I'm healed!" party.



And Brianne made good on her promise.



And brought along her little laughing stonerdog Suki!



We had lunch at Joan's on Third, home of the best meatloaf sandwich in the world.



Following Joan's we headed back to West Hollywood for some yogurt at Yogurt Stop, literally steps from my house.

And who did we see at Yogurt Stop packing up an enormous vat of yogurt?

Rachel Zoe!



I die!

High Fashion Disneyland!

We started out driving early Sunday morning.

10:30ish. Early.



Marky Mark was still sleepy from his night out prior.



"Cast Member" Abby (aka she works for Disney) provided comped tickets and parking.



Diana provided the epic driving.

Mark lent his muscle and pushed me around everywhere we went.

And I provided my krippled-ness so that we didn't have to wait in a single line because Disneyland is super kripple-friendly and allows us Kripples to go to the front of the line at pretty much every ride.



It was a perfect foursome.

Free with no lines? Absolute best way to do Disney. EVER.



The moment we entered, there was a mini-parade.




Diana came up with the brilliant idea that anytime someone shouted "HIGH FASHION!!!!" we would have to instantly strike our fiercest poses.

This was meant to be used on a roller coaster-type ride so that when they were taking our standard rollercoaster screaming picture, ours would come out super high fashion while everyone around us was screaming. A brilliant idea in concept...a little more difficult to execute.

We came upon our friend Ms. Cruella DeVille, who was totally game.

HIGH FASHION!!!!



Cruella told us to have a miserable day and we went on our merry way.

First stop: Space Mountain.




We got right up to the front of the line... but I didn't fit in the damn cart because my legs were too long.



They rode off on their inaugural ride without me.



Supersadnessface.



Our next stop was Little Nemo's Wild Submarine Safari.




HIGH FASHION!!!!



(So fierce it scared the fishies.)






We left Nemo's smelling the sweet unmistakable smell of BAKED CHURRO.

CHURRO BREAK!!!!



HIGH FASHION!!!!



We hit up several other favorites over the course of the day:

Mr. Toad's Wild Ride...






Peter Pan...



Pirates of the Caribbean...



The Haunted Mansion...



HIGH FASHION!!!!



The Matterhorn Bobsled...




(So fun.)



Snow White...




HIGH FASHION!!!!!




Indiana Jones...




HIGH FASHION!!!



And It's a Small World...



(Which is seriously the gayest ride ever.)








We broke for a not-epic lunch.

Then ended up at another favorite, Thunder Mountain.




HIGH FASHION!!!!



AWHEEEEE!!!!



HIGH FASHION!!!



WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!



In total we'd probably gone on about 11 rides. And that's without waiting in line.

I can't imagine having to pay $69 a person and only being able to go on 3 or 4 rides. That would be absolutely infuriating.

After a day full of funnery, we were spent.

We closed out the magical day at a Disney classic.

Dumbo.




There's nothing quite like busting out your fiercest poses from inside a giant plastic flying elephant.

HIGH FASHION!!!!!





Heheheheahahaha

It really is the happiest place on earth!