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Wow, was today an adventure.
And not the epic, fun filled kind where you end up with a princess at the end, either.
After a rather hellish commute to Disney through epic traffic - forty five minutes to move five miles - we reached our destination. And then after another forty five minutes of waiting in the line to pay for parking, we discover the parking lot is full.
There are no spaces, anywhere.
We drive back out, and speak to attendant. When informed the lot is full, the only response is 'yeah, I know'. So despite knowing the lot is full, they're still telling people to park there. Bullshit number one. Bullshit number two came when we asked for additional parking. We were directed to the convention center lot, and then informed the park was going to be closing to new visitors, and we probably wouldn't get in anyway.
WTH?
So we're pretty pissed, because they could have mentioned this long, long before. We're told if we come back on a less busy day, we can get our parking refunded, but we're basically SOL.
Then we decide to get gas and use the bathroom, since we've been in the car for an epic amount of time. First gas station won't take a card to pay for the gas. Second gas station has no available bathroom.
We find a park. A park with a nice big building promising bathrooms! But when we approach, the bathrooms are closed. There is a port-o-potty nearby. We go to use it, since the little thing says it's unoccupied and unlocked.
Only it is occupied, but unlocked. Cue a very angry screaming woman who insisted we should have knocked - because clearly an unlocked port-o-potty with an 'unoccupied' sign is occupied - and we flee to the other side of the building, to avoid further angry yelling or perhaps projectiles.
And lo and behold! More port-o-potties! Hurrah and Hallelujah!
Only not. Not at all. They are also locked. Now it's our turn for some yelling and tantrum throwing. I'm doing the potty dance at this point, and Emi is screaming obscenities. The construction workers nearby were unfazed.
We wander back to port-o-potty #1. I knock. I knock again. No answer. Slowly, I begin opening the door, ready to leap back at a moment's notice. Luckily - or so we thought - it was unoccupied.
It was also the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. Worse than the port-o-potties on First Night millennium New Year's in Boston. I shall not go into any further detail regarding the port-o-potties, but we did leave the park no longer potty dancing.
So we called it a wash and went to Sawtelle instead, for delicious ramen and shopping.
And so ends our epic tale. Sorry I haven't been answering my phone, it's just been a hectic day to say the least.
Tomorrow we plan on pampering ourselves.
And not the epic, fun filled kind where you end up with a princess at the end, either.
After a rather hellish commute to Disney through epic traffic - forty five minutes to move five miles - we reached our destination. And then after another forty five minutes of waiting in the line to pay for parking, we discover the parking lot is full.
There are no spaces, anywhere.
We drive back out, and speak to attendant. When informed the lot is full, the only response is 'yeah, I know'. So despite knowing the lot is full, they're still telling people to park there. Bullshit number one. Bullshit number two came when we asked for additional parking. We were directed to the convention center lot, and then informed the park was going to be closing to new visitors, and we probably wouldn't get in anyway.
WTH?
So we're pretty pissed, because they could have mentioned this long, long before. We're told if we come back on a less busy day, we can get our parking refunded, but we're basically SOL.
Then we decide to get gas and use the bathroom, since we've been in the car for an epic amount of time. First gas station won't take a card to pay for the gas. Second gas station has no available bathroom.
We find a park. A park with a nice big building promising bathrooms! But when we approach, the bathrooms are closed. There is a port-o-potty nearby. We go to use it, since the little thing says it's unoccupied and unlocked.
Only it is occupied, but unlocked. Cue a very angry screaming woman who insisted we should have knocked - because clearly an unlocked port-o-potty with an 'unoccupied' sign is occupied - and we flee to the other side of the building, to avoid further angry yelling or perhaps projectiles.
And lo and behold! More port-o-potties! Hurrah and Hallelujah!
Only not. Not at all. They are also locked. Now it's our turn for some yelling and tantrum throwing. I'm doing the potty dance at this point, and Emi is screaming obscenities. The construction workers nearby were unfazed.
We wander back to port-o-potty #1. I knock. I knock again. No answer. Slowly, I begin opening the door, ready to leap back at a moment's notice. Luckily - or so we thought - it was unoccupied.
It was also the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. Worse than the port-o-potties on First Night millennium New Year's in Boston. I shall not go into any further detail regarding the port-o-potties, but we did leave the park no longer potty dancing.
So we called it a wash and went to Sawtelle instead, for delicious ramen and shopping.
And so ends our epic tale. Sorry I haven't been answering my phone, it's just been a hectic day to say the least.
Tomorrow we plan on pampering ourselves.
