The Magic of Disney and Friendship

Disneyland is one of my favourite places in the world. It is so magical to me that I can still have one of the best vacations ever, even after the dirty underwear debacle. 

Sami and I--who happens to be my brothers girlfriend for those who don't know--have made good traveling partners, as it turns out. We were able to leave the Days Inn behind us (until Friday morning when we call them before the airport) and make sure we both had the best time ever.

She has also been getting along swimmingly with the others. With a large group of fifteen, twelve of whom she did not know, I was worried. But sometimes she chooses to ride rides with them, and not me! I'm not bothered though, I like to share my Disney joy. 

I've fallen very behind in my blog writing, and my journalling. Usually on a trip I am very diligent about writing every night in my journal. I think it probably has something to do with the fact that we have been staying in the park until almost closing every night. By the time we get home we essentially fall into an immediate coma for five hours and then wake up early to do it all again the next day.

However, tonight we are home early because we spent the day in Universal Studios. I also love Universal, but not as much as Disney. It just doesn't have as much to offer. I enjoy the Studio Tour, the Waterworld show, and some of the rides, but it just isn't as magical. That being said though, next year they are opening a Harry Potter section to the park. Nothing says added magic like wizards. We could see Hogsmeade being built today. I didn't think I would be sad that it wasn't ready, but seeing the tower of Hogwarts with scaffolding had a somewhat adverse effect on me. I just wanted to explore! I think I may have to go to Florida.

My favourite rides in Disneyland are Peter Pan's Flight and Star Tours. I rode Peter Pan's Flight our second day, and it was amazing. They've refurbished it and it's brighter and better. They added things, but nothing new looks out of place. Star Tours has been a hilarious experience, as it seems every time I ride it we end up going to Hoth (the ice planet). I long to see some Ewoks, I won't lie. I hear rumour that there is a tour that goes there, but I never get to go on it. We actually went on Star Tours with the full group of fifteen, and I asked every robot to please not send us to Hoth. To the amusement of everyone, my friend Cody ended up being the Rebel spy, and it was Hoth again.

It's been a really amazing celebration for my friends Cody and Carrera. Tip: if anyone wants to get married and go on their honeymoon to Disney, make sure you get a pin that says Happily Ever After or Just Married, because you get some really amazing attention from cast members. It makes me want to take my honeymoon in Disney! I briefly considered getting the pin and wearing it with one of my friends, but that would be a lie. And lying in Disneyland is a sin, just like line cutting and running into people with your stroller.

It must be really special for them to have so many friends that want to celebrate their love with them in the Happiest Place on earth. Sometimes all the love and all the magic gets overwhelming and then you get Disney dust in your eyes and they water. It isn't crying though, definitely not crying.

Tomorrow is Sami and my last day in the parks. I will try to write a blog post on Friday in the airport or something, just so that there isn't only 3 writeups about Disneyland and one of them is primarily about stolen underwear. I think I need to write an entire blogpost about my encounter with the loves of my life, Peter Pan and Captain Hook.

Unfortunate Adult Experiences

Sami and I have decided to look at our time at the Days Inn Anaheim as "Unfortunate Adult Experiences". You know the ones, where you are thrown into a situation that is so far out of your wheel house that you don't really know what to do, but at the same time you have to figure it out because you are an adult. Adults can't always call their parents to come bail them out... Well in my case I can, but that is besides the point.

This blog post could be called a few other things. A possible title could be "The Panty Pirate", or "The Invisible Underwear", or even "I Hope No One Sold Them Online". Those would all be appropriate. 

We arrived at the Days Inn on Friday. After exploring Downtown Disney for a while, we were given room 222. I was impressed by the (deceiving) cleanliness of the place, and was blinded by the free wifi and shuttle to the park. We were lulled into a false sense of security. What we should have looked at was the dated decor, the lacklustre staff and the fact that the seatbelts did not work in the van that drove us to the park. But how were we to know what was on our horizon? No one could anticipate the turn of events. 

On Saturday we spent a full day in Disneyland. It was magical. I will write an entire blog post about the magic later. That is not what this particular blogpost is about, however. This blog post is about the horror, and I'm not talking about the Haunted Mansion.

We arrived home around 12am. I began writing in my journal (still haven't finished that entry) and Sami got ready for a shower. She started rummaging around the room. I looked up from the brilliant prose I was writing to insightfully ask "What's up?" 

She says "I can't find my underwear I wore last night." We proceeded to scour the room for the green chevron undergartments. They are nowhere to be found.

I laughed, because I thought that Sam somehow misplaced her panties. Silly Sami, said I. But then I thought, wouldn't it be weird if mine was missing too? So I looked in my luggage and (you can probably guess) my two pairs of dirty underwear were no where to be found.

At this point, because we are both now missing our britches, I begin to panic. What the hell happened to them? Where could they have possibly gone? I went through every pair of clean underwear I had packed, we checked in every nook and every cranny that that room had. The underwear was gone. 3 pairs, stolen.

Sam called the front desk and asked if it was possible that the cleaning staff had put them in the laundry. They said we had to wait until tomorrow to ask. Sami was embarrassed talking to a stranger about the Case of the Missing Panties, but handled it like a champ.

I continued to search the room. And freak out.

Needless to say we didn't get much sleep that night. I made the mistake at taking a closer look at my bedding, and when I brushed my teeth I ran my toothbrush under the hottest of water. Nothing felt clean.

We went to the front desk the next morning to encounter the most useless concierge in all the land. We never saw his computer screen but were fairly certain that he was playing some form of Candy Crush Saga as he was dealing with us. He kept repeating "I understand" but I really don't think he did understand. Sami handled it calmer than I did, I kept repeating "violated" and "disgusting" and I even threw in "call the authorities" for good measure. Paul (we asked for his name, he wasn't pleased to give it) remained stone faced. He was very unhelpful, but did tell us to come back later after he checked with housekeeping. We asked for a manager, but were told it wouldn't be until the next morning that he would be available.

At this point we went back to the park. Nothing solves utter disgust and terror like a little Disney magic. We stayed until about 3:30 and then headed back to the Days Inn for more "fun".

This was when we encountered a slightly less useless concierge. I didn't ask for his name, but he informed us that the cleaning staff had not cleaned our underwear by accident (which we had already figured on our own) and that again, the manager would be in tomorrow. He got us to write a statement, and offered to refund us our money for the 5 remaining nights. This meant two things, we could leave, but we were also essentially receiving zero compensation. We took it, because we were uncomfortable and unhappy. Our plan is to call and actually speak to the manager in the near future, though I think Sami and I are hesitant to continue dealing with the debacle that is the "Great Panty Crisis of 2015".  

We've found refuge in the Travelodge. It is farther away from the park, but that is the price one pays for peace of mind. It was quite difficult finding a new hotel, because it was so last minute making everything either unavailable or very pricey. We are happy with our new home, and I plan on getting a very good sleep, free of fear that my underwear will be stolen and sold to someone on the internet.

Sami and I have got a great story to tell out of the situation, and the reality is that we are still in Disneyland. We are safe, we are positive, we are surrounded by amazing friends, and we are determined to continue enjoying the magic. All future hotel stays will be graded on a scale from 1-10, 1 being underwear security issues, 10 being full panty safety. 

All who read my blog, heed this warning though, if you stay at the Days Inn Anaheim, lock your underpants in your safe along with your passport.

A Year Has Passed and Much has Changed

This blog has been neglected for a long time, almost a year in fact. I went to New York in that time, and also Cabo, Edmonton and Whistler. I became a full time teacher. I became single again. I moved back to my Dad's house with my sweet (badly behaved) dog in tow. I took a summer course through Queens University. I saw two beautiful weddings. Now, I'm going to Disneyland.

New York was amazing. I saw many things, and was totally overstimulated by it all. I loved Broadway (surprising, right?) and the Met, and Yankee Stadium and Central Park and the Chrysler Building and even kind of the subway because it was a new experience. If anyone watches The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmitt on Netflix, that was basically me but more tired, because walking around NYC is pretty exhausting.

Cabo San Lucas was also pretty swell. I saw one of my very best friends get hitched in a gorgeous beach ceremony where she looked content and in love. I'm so friggen happy for her. Also she bought a puppy, but that is another story that does not involve Mexico, but puppies are worth mentioning. I also went snorkelling, and did some bartering to buy some Mexican booty. It was beautiful there, and really cool to see the world famous Cabo arch. 

If anyone wants to read further about these adventures, you can go to the http://hotdogtravelblog.blogspot.ca/ to check it out. I will say that that I will be writing on this blog, and not The Hot Dog Blog (even though the name is incredibly clever) due to my new romantic independence. That doesn't mean it shouldn't be available for perusal though. 

So, onward and upward! New adventures. DISNEYLAND.

My friends Carrera and Cody got married, and are currently on their honeymoon in Disneyland. They wanted a few days on their own, but after that they felt that sharing their love (of Disney, and each other) with their friends was the best way to commemorate their vows. I thought this was a peachy idea, and my friend Sami decided to join me! We are most excited. Currently it probably doesn't look like it in person, because it is 5:20am and we are running off of roughly two hours of sleep. But the excitement is there, disguised by the bags under our eyes.

As is my tradition, I will be blogging about my California experience. Stay tuned. I believe tonight we are going on a city tour! LA, baby.