Today is such perfect video game weather, but we still have things to do before we can just play Kingdom Hearts all night. Including updating LiveJournal. Tadah!
And we were going to talk about Wednesday at Disneyland. It started with breakfast, and then a visit to the Royal Theatre, where they were premiering their new Frozen show.
We like the idea of having new shows at the theatre, because it's really about Mr. Smythe and Mr. Jones, who are a theatre troupe (with their stage maidens) putting on a play, so they should be performing different shows.
The Frozen show...was the first version of Frozen that we actually liked! Tadah! But we did still groan and roll our eyes at some of the characters. Anyway, it started with the usual Mr. Smythe and Mr. Jones theme song, where they introduce the story they're going to perform, and when the song was over, Mr. Jones told Mr. Smythe that the audience liked it so much, they should do an encore! Mr. Smythe pointed out that they hadn't done the show yet, and Mr. Jones was like, "But you always say we should give the audience what they want! So let's do The Song!" For some reason I was naive enough to not actually know which song he might be talking about until I realized that Sir Samuel (the accompanist) was playing the intro to The Song (Let It Go, duh), and for some reason I didn't even catch on to that until Mr. Jones had pretty much convinced Mr. Smythe to go along with it. So they got ready to sing, the music swelled...and they started singing the ice chopping song. Very enthusiastically. It was awesome. We shouted huzzah.
Then they started telling the story, using rag dolls of Anna and Elsa to tell the introductory part about the accidentally freezing Anna's head and stuff. Mr. Jones played the troll king, and he used a voice that you would not expect. It was an accent I associate with the New York metropolitan area. And every time they went to the trolls, Sir Samuel played the Hall of the Mountain King by Grieg. (You know, the one that goes, "Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh...") It was so great. I love whoever writes these things. And when they got to the part about fear being her greatest enemy, Mr. Jones was all, "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering."
Then Mr. Jones sang an abbreviated version the snowman song, and then they introduced Anna and Elsa to help tell the rest of the story. Mr. Smythe played Hans and Kristoff, and it kind of drove me nuts that we couldn't just shout fie all the time. But it was awesome because Sven was a sock puppet. But before we knew any of that, they had the fateful encounter between Anna and Hans, and they started getting all lovey-dovey when Mr. Jones came out and started singing the open door song. And then Hans said, "Can I say something crazy?" blah blah blah, and Anna said, "Can I say something crazier?" blah blah blah, and Mr. Jones pops out and says, "Can I say something even crazier? lawkrjskdmbvndmnbc." (I'm not sure if that's how it was pronounced exactly (probably not), but it was some gibberish like that. The whole audience was laughing for like an entire minute.)
And then Kristoff and Anna were running from the wolves (painted pieces of plywood brought out by stage maidens; when one got too close, either Anna or Kristoff would punch it and it would go away), and I was just noticing that the wolves looked a little more like the Beauty and the Beast wolves than the Frozen wolves (and wondering if maybe the Frozen ones do look like the Beauty and the Beast ones) when Flotsam and Jetsam came out. Then the Hitchhiking Ghosts. Then Chernabog came up behind them! But they beat them all off, and there was a hilarious cliff warning sign, and then they fell off the cliff.
I guess next Mr. Jones came out dressed as Olaf, and the Olaf costume was really cool. It was one of those Renaissance clown costumes, and it was all white with big black pompoms, and the mask, of course, had a giant carrot nose. And then a bunch of stuff happens and Elsa was really melodramatic, and Mr. Smythe and Mr. Jones were really funny, and the the big climactic scene at the end was really cool, except that Elsa's acting was over the top and she was all, "I'M SORRY ANNA, I'M SO SORRY!" and we were like, "Uuuuugh..." But! they did a really cool thing where they pulled a blizzardy curtain across the stage, but it was just a little bit sheer so you could still see all the actors behind it. And they had three more screens for the actors to hide behind so they could pop in and out of the scene, which was especially helpful for Mr. Smythe, who had to keep switching from his Hans costume to his Kristoff costume and back again.
And then they had the happily ever after part, and just for the heck of it, a Let It Go sing-along. And the stage maidens threw snowflake confetti at the audience. Oh, that reminds me! They had these neat little streamer-popper for when Elsa used her ice powers. Of course they were always pointed at Anna, because she's the one always standing in the line of fire.
After the show, we went on a couple of rides with Gaston's cousins. It was fun because when we went on the submarines, we happened to be riding with an Australian family, and since the Finding Nemo version takes place in Australia, it added to the ambiance. Then at the end when the captain said some Australian slang thing that I don't remember, they all laughed and repeated it. I think it was "Check you later," but I'm not sure.
By this point, Gaston had gone off to do some hockey shopping offsite, and his cousins wanted to have lunch. We enjoyed their company, but we weren't prepared to eat lunch with a bunch of people we hardly knew, and we were inexplicably exhausted. So we split off from the group and went to Frontierland to die. We shared an order of cheese sticks, because even though lack of food was almost certainly contributing to the problem, neither of us had the energy to eat more than that. And then we just sat and died for about half an hour or so.
Eventually we recovered enough to move, and we stood up to go to Critter Country or something, but as soon as we were on our feet, we suddenly thought, "Hey, how about some ice cream?" So we went into the Golden Horseshoe for sundaes. We wanted one with mint ice cream, and they have a mint sundae, but it's for chumps. All it has is ice cream, whipped cream, and chocolate chips. And a cherry, but who even notices? What kind of a "sundae" doesn't have sauce? And last time we tried asking them to add sauce, they just gave us the regular hot fudge sundae only with mint cream, which would be fine except that their hot fudge sundae comes with cookies that really aren't that good. I mean, maybe if they were hot when they put them in the sundae, but they're always cold, and putting them with ice cream makes them more cold, and it's jawbreaking work to eat them.
So I was standing in line, trying to decide what to do about this ice cream dilemma, when I saw a Sign. It was for one of the seasonal menu offerings: ice cream nachos. Broken up waffle cones (chips) covered in hot fudge, and three scoops of ice cream! With whipped cream, chocolate chips, and a cherry, but who cares about that stuff. And you can have whatever kind of ice cream you want! AND! it cost less than a dollar more than the other sundaes (which only have two scoops of ice cream)! So we ordered one, and it was amazing, and I thought, "Wow, all those other sundaes are for suckers."
Then we were sufficiently re-energized, but my phone was not. The only solution was to use what little power I had left on it to text Gaston and let him know that we would be waiting in one specific place, and then go there and Not Move until somebody found us. So we did just that, and not long thereafter, we were reunited with Gaston. There was, however, a considerable amount of trouble meeting back up with his cousins, and after some crossed wires and waiting in vain, we had just enough time to go on Space Mountain before it was time to part ways with Gaston's cousins and go see Wednesdays With Walt.
Wednesdays With Walt was really cool, because they showed the Emmy-winning episode of the Disneyland TV show that was basically a making-of documentary for 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. It talked all about their underwater filming, and about the Jules Verne diving costumes. When they said those suits weighed about 225 pounds, suddenly I had a lot less sympathy for the Rapunzel actresses who couldn't handle a 25-pound wig. They also talked about the fish that they had swimming around in the background, and how it was the casting directors job to catch them and keep them in a net until it was their time to go onscreen. And! the shark attack that happened in the movie was not planned. A real shark crashed the set, and at first nobody cared because they had been filming underwater with fish for a while, so nobody thought anything of it. But then the shark got a little too close, too many times (before it got bored and swam away). And one of the cameramen happened to be filming the whole thing, so they used the footage.
After the show, we went to Starbucks and got salted caramel tarts that were surprisingly delicious. (Not that I didn't expect them to be delicious, but that they were more delicious than I expected regardless.)
And then we got home and wanted to die, but we had to translate UQ Holder! instead.
Today I'm thankful for Mr. Smythe and Mr. Jones making everything better, those salted caramel tarts (which actually weren't salty, but still yummy), ice cream nachos, not getting hopelessly lost (although, worst case scenario, we would have walked home and called somebody once my phone was plugged in, or used Athena's phone (which was at home)), and powdered donut holes being on sale at the grocery store today.