Hello everybody!! I went to Disneyland the other night for Gradnite, and it was a painful experience, to say the least, and it all started at my church. Jero, Josiah, Abel, and I arrived at 9:15-ish p.m. to find that no one was there. My entire week was leading up to this night, and I was really excited about the prospects of the coming evening. That was my first mistake: getting my hopes up. I don’t really blame myself, ’cause the last Gradnite I went to was pretty enjoyable, and this kind of enjoyment, after long periods of time, becomes more and more exaggerated until it seems to you that the last Gradnite was the most amazing time ever. Once Alaska arrived and joined our party, people started trickling in to the alley where we were meeting, and as soon as everybody had arrived, we took off towards the place where magic happens. After a painfully long drive, we finally made it to the, so-called, happiest place on earth, where the first warnings of doom descended on me. Why were there so many buses? We were sent to the bus area, being in a fifteen passenger, and let me tell you, there were more buses there than fish in the sea. I swear, if they were all parked bumper-to-bumper and side-to-side, we could probably play a lengthy game of football without a problem. Emphasis on the word “lengthy”. We sat there in the bus parking lot with the other buses for a half-hour before my dad, who was the chaperone along with my mom, got out and started to walk around. After about fifteen minutes, passing rather nicely for me since Jero brought his cards and we were playing war, my dad jumped back into the car, and told us the situation. Apparently, last weeks Gradnite was cancelled due to low attendance, and they were all moved to this night, and on top of that, they were trying out a new way of organizing the entry into the park, which made sense, ’cause, as Alaska pointed out, the wait was much longer. Figures. Anyways, my dad, coming back from another fifteen minute walk, turned on the car and took us out of bus hell. We came up to the normal parking lot, but this time we told the lady there that Caesar sent us. You heard me, Caesar. My dad happened to meet him on one of his information strolls, and apparently Caesar was some kind of coordinator for the bus parking lot. Seeing that my dad was a nice guy, he sent us to the normal parking lot to cut the wait. See kids, this is why you should be polite! Well, the lady didn’t seem very happy about letting us go through after already sending us to bus hell, but what could she do? Caesar sent us. We parked, put all our worldly possessions in plastic bags, and walked to the entrance, and after being frisked, some of us more carefully than others(Abel), we finally got into the park. The raw energy of the place stole away with my exasperation, and I once again got excited. Deciding that the Space Mountain line was too long, we instead headed to Thunder Mountain. It was awesome! After that we hit Pirates of the Caribbean. Also awesome! Then we decided to dare Space Mountain. The little estimator thing said the wait was to be about two hours. It was right. That’s right! We waited for two hours in that darned line. Moving slow enough to be irritating, but too fast to adequately play cards. And then we realized that we were like cattle, except they are herded by others, while we herded ourselves. I wonder if cows think they’re going to go on a cow-rollercoaster, when in reality they’re being led to become hamburgers? After the ride, I was euphoric to be out of the line. We went straight to Matterhorn after that. There I started to, accidently mind you, annoy Alaska, which is pretty much as dangerous as coming up to a rabid Grizzly bear, while covered in steak juice, and prodding it with a pointy stick. Not the best idea for a hobby, I admit, but I was tired out of my mind, and when that happens, I revert back into Junior High Luke who likes to pretend he’s punching people. After Matterhorn, we made our way to Star Tours, which is amazing, also stopping by the Buzz Lightyear shooting thing, where Alaska totally kicked all our butts. Shaking off the defeat, I convinced everybody to go on that ride that spins right at the entrance to Tomorrowland. That ride concluded our rollercoastering, and we slowly made our way to the decided meeting place for the entire troupe. Everybody in the entire park was making their way back to their cars at that point, and we joined them. Seriously, if a director wanted free footage of zombies, all he’d have to do squirt some ketchup on the people in the front and record away. After an uneventful drive back to the church, my parents took Abel home, but the rest of my group, meaning Jero, Josiah, Alaska, and I, had to stay for school: that started in two hours! Josiah went to what would be study hall and promptly passed out, while Jero said he had homework to do, and ended up passing out too, but in a different room. I couldn’t sleep, believe me I tried, so I went and bought an apple-fritter. Alaska was too tired to walk, so alone I walked up the hill to a park called Sea View, even though you can’t see the ocean. There I sat in the dew covered park and ate my doughnut, watching the sun crest over the trees. Once I depleted my store of sweets, I walked back to sleep for twenty minutes before being woken up by study hall persons. I spent the rest of study hall playing solitaire and laughing with Alaska as she tried to write a current events article in her exhaustion. I didn’t get to sleep until four o’clock, what with school and a band audition. By that time, I had decided that Gradnite is the worst. But that could’ve been ’cause I was so dead tired. Looking back, it doesn’t seem that bad, yet to tell you the truth, Gradnite wasn’t really the part I enjoyed.
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