Cars and Popcorn and Dumbo and Dole Whip and Fatigue

I've already posted about Dole Whip. Dole Whip is good! I have enjoyed three or four different flavors, but pineapple is my favorite. The original. The classic!

I'm not a big popcorn fan, but the last time I was at Disneyland (May 8, 2024) mom bought some and it was so good! Maybe I had eaten a lot of sweets and needed salty? Maybe I was hungry-how could that be possible? Anyway it was great and I will get it again in November. However, one little kernel won't cut it.  I need at least a couple of handfuls.

Here's a picture in Cars Land.

And, because the title says so, here's one from the Dumbo ride.  Does anyone think we'll ride this in November? I don't think I will.  It's a kid's ride that makes me sick!

Here's the thing: no matter how much fun we have, no matter how much good food we eat, no matter how many breaks we take, no matter how many times we ride Space Mountain, we still end the day with a high amount of fatigue. The end of the day doesn't include smiles or high-fives or jokes. Just the desire to go home and put our feet up.  Case in point? Look at this picture from the shuttle ride back to the Toy Story parking lot at the end of a full day at the park:

The long story:

The Mandalorian’s Secret Mission

Not long after their Chewbacca encounter, the group came face to face with another star: the Mandalorian himself, Din Djarin, strolling through the marketplace with Grogu perched in his floating pod next to him. The families couldn’t resist getting closer.

"Hey, Mando!" Zac called out, hoping for a reaction.

The Mandalorian turned his helmet slightly toward them, his visor reflecting the twin suns of Batuu. He gave a subtle nod, but then pointed a gloved finger at the group and whispered, "Keep a low profile. The First Order is everywhere."

Kaiden, wide-eyed, whispered back, "Don’t worry, we’re not with the rebels! We’re just tourists!"

Mando gave a slight tilt of his head, and Grogu, sensing the moment, reached out his tiny hand as if to say "hello."

"Grogu!" Jenna squealed. "He’s so cute!"

"More like too cute," Julene added. "If I could adopt him, I would."

Steve, always the practical one, chimed in, "Sure, but you’d have to deal with a lot of intergalactic bounty hunters."

C-3PO’s Nervous Breakdown

As they walked past a life-sized model of the Millennium Falcon, they noticed C-3PO nearby, nervously explaining something to a group of tourists.

"...and I’m terribly sorry, but I simply cannot find my counterpart, R2-D2. He’s always wandering off, and I’m left to handle everything!"

Roman, grinning, couldn’t resist chiming in. "Maybe he’s just avoiding you because you talk too much?"

C-3PO’s golden head spun around toward Roman, his eyes glowing. "Well! I never! R2-D2 may be mischievous, but I assure you, young human, I am essential to the Rebel Alliance! I speak over six million forms of communication, after all!"

"Yeah, and none of them are ‘quiet,’" Parkar whispered, which made everyone burst into laughter.

"Honestly, this is a disaster," C-3PO continued, completely missing the joke. "It’s worse than that time I was frozen in pieces by Boba Fett!"

Scot stepped forward, shaking his head. "Let’s just hope we don’t see him get stuck in pieces again today."