So Mom came over the day after Tax Day so that we could hang out and run errands and stuff. We had three boxes of kitchen stuff we weren't using that we wanted to give to Goodwill or some other secondhand place since the day we moved in here. (Then why did you even take it with you when you moved?, you ask. We didn't have time to sort when we moved out of our first apartment, and the only time we went to the storage unit after that was when we went to load the moving truck.) So mostly it was just a day of driving all around the county going to various stores. Of course we went to Downtown Disney and bought souvenirs for the nephews, as well as some chocolate for their mothers.
But most importantly, we went to Farrell's Ice Cream Parlor and Restaurant. Apparently it was a chain that Steve loved when he was a kid, but then it disappeared. But recently, it has started reappearing, and there's one across the street from Knott's Berry Farm. So when Mom decided we were going to do stuff together, that was the main thing on the list. It's an old-fashioned ice cream parlor and restaurant, as I'm sure you can guess from the name, with kind of a 1890's/1900's feel, but also with all kinds of modern songs re-written into birthday songs for anyone who happens to be celebrating a birthday. (They also have flashing colored spotlights on the ceiling that they train onto the birthday boy/girl's table.) And of course, they have ice cream.
We all knew we wanted to eat big sundaes, so even though we'd had a small breakfast and no lunch, we just ordered one large appetizer to share...which turned out to be almost enough for a whole meal, if you eat little meals like we tend to do. But we still had room left for ice cream! ...but not that much ice cream, even though we each only had two large scoops...and a lot of toppings. Mostly peanuts. Lots and lots of peanuts. It was all very yummy, but I think we almost died as a result of ice cream overdose. It left us feeling full for the rest of the day, meaning we didn't eat much more, which turned out to be a super bad idea because we didn't have enough fuel to deal with all the driving around town followed by a day at Disneyland.
Anyway, we also went to a PetSmart to buy some things for Page, who so far has only showed a passing interest in all of them. She's shown an interest in exploring lately, so we got her some tunnels, and some Kitty Stacks boxes. Hopefully one day she'll explore them. And we went to Barnes & Noble so Mom could buy some Big Hero 6 manga for people. We told her we could probably get more free copies, but she wanted to pay for them.
When we were done shopping with Mom, she left and Gaston arrived. So we went to Disneyland. I'm trying to remember the interesting things that happened. We talked to the people who were guarding the set for the America's Funniest Home Videos 2...5th? anniversary special. It was kind of funny, because we'd talk for a while, and then they'd have to rotate, so we'd talk to the new person for a while. One of the things that got brought up was how much less it costs to get into Knott's Berry Farm, but that's because there's practically nothing there worth going to see. I said, "But in Knott's Berry Farm's defense, there is a Farrell's across the street," and half the cast members (we had a group at that point) nodded in agreement.
Oh right! We walked by the Jedi Training Academy and we noticed that the Jedi Master looked new. In fact, he looked strikingly like the Mr. Jones that we had seen playing Indiana Jones (at the event a month and a half ago). Indiana Jones who defeated the usual Jedi Master in a battle on the bridge. So Mr. Jones apparently got a PhD in archaeology, defeated the Jedi Master, and became one himself! With the Harrison Ford/Han Solo connection, this totally blew our minds. I think the word for it is "meta"? I'm not sure.
Anyway, we also got a super cute blanket that looks like an owl when it's all rolled up! Oh, and we got to listen to a guy playing the hammered dulcimer. It was kind of funny, because we were walking out of the store with our new adorable owl blanket, and we saw someone who looked like he was a cast member, apparently setting something up in the area that's usually for in-park musical entertainment. So Gaston asked him if something was about to happen, and he said yes he was going to play the hammered dulcimer. And I was like, "Not normally an instrument you associate with the wilds of California..." (this was in the "campgroundy" area of California Adventure). But it was okay because it sounded pretty awesome. We sat and recovered from everything while he played American folk songs and Disney songs and other songs that only Gaston recognized (apparently one was heavy metal). Then someone asked him if he could play Dueling Banjos, and he said, "I don't know, let's see." And he taught himself how to play Dueling Banjos, and probably would have succeeded more had he heard the original more recently, but he did better than I would have done.
And a bunch of stuff happened and we came home and worked on Persona Q.
Today I'm thankful for cute little roll-up animal blankets (we found their website!), getting to go to Farrell's, having lamps for our living room, the soothing sounds of the hammered dulcimer, and having a pizza on the way.