Galactic Greetings Space Ranger

a thousand words...
That's my focused face. Apparently when I shoot galactic guns, I look like I'm eating. Ryan's disgust seems to come from the fact that I won! Trust me, I still can't tell whether or not the laser is coming from my gun. I just wave it around and shoot. (In all my years of experiment and experience with these types of games, I've come to the conclusion that my "just push all/the button(s) as quickly as you can" method works. This is just as applicable to games like Wii boxing, where you "just wave your arms around as fast and in as many directions as you can".)

Took us about an hour and forty to get there, traversed the long and winding road from the 405S, 10E, through the downtown, Grand Ave cluster of joy, then the final 23 mile stretch on the 5S which is STILL under construction. Our mission: four hours to soak up as much happy magic as possible. Ryan turned on the speed walk with power arm pumps while I switched gears to super crane speed. Lines were beautifully short--for Thursday at 4pm in February, they'd better have been! Most of the crowd consisted of baby-toddlers (cute!), the tween-teen group, then me and Ryan, the probably-too-old-to-be-enjoying-Disneyland-this-happily-but-whatevs group. Ryan's birthday pin not only prompted a "Happy Birthday, Ryan!" from every worker, but also got us into the fastpass line at Space Mountain. This magic pin is the equivalent of being a hot girl and getting into the club fo' free.

I admit that the toddlers became decreasingly cute by the end of our four-hour marathon. Hadn't slept a wink the night before, driven, then basically exercised around Disneyland. We were dying of exhaustion and hunger on the tram, having held out on eating inside the park to avoid wasting precious ride time. Hi-five to us for conquering seven rides! We found a perfectly sketchy Red Robin located off the 5 inside a Holiday Inn, bathrooms being those of the hotel lobby. Actually, it was one of the nicer Red Robins I have come across. We tried and failed and had many leftovers--just too exhausted to enjoy all the food.

Discovery of the night award goes to B.E.P.'s new single. Ryan and I were kind of freaking out in the car because of how amazing it is--grew on us halfway through and we had the lyrics down. Download here, now because you will realize how much you love it when they drop the beat at 1:55 after Fergie's Aretha soul moment, yessss. I anxiously await their new album, filled with enough vocoder/auto-tuning to put a smile on your face and a groove in your shoes. Even if you can't stand mainstream club "noise", be be patient and don't hate 'cause they "3008", simply ahead of their time.