Running Low

So, it's possible I started this round of the blog posts a bit too soon. I'm running low on material! That sounds like a bad thing, but the fact is, running out of pictures to post means it's time to go back to the park and get a bunch of new pictures and videos!

Here we have some more Star Tours pics.  Sorry if these are repeats, but again, low material.

Now how about a video Lissa took while riding Dumbo?

One thing I haven't written about in a long time was the trip when our van got a flat tire. It was to be our first morning in the parks and we walk out to the van and a flat tire. I didn't want to waste precious park time trying to get the tire fixed so I put on the spare and off we went. We drove around on that "Mickey Mouse" spare tire for three days before I was able to get to an actual tire store and get a new tire.

Long story:

Back at the Toy Story Parking Lot

Once they finally arrived at the Toy Story parking lot, it took a few minutes to locate the cars, but they all piled in, ready for the short drive back to the hotel.

Steve took the wheel, his churro-fueled enthusiasm still running high. As they left the parking lot, he hit the gas with a little too much enthusiasm, causing the car to lurch forward.

"Whoa there, Mario Kart," Lissa said from the backseat. "Are we in a race or something?"

"Just trying to make it to the hot tub before the rest of you," Steve grinned, whipping around a corner like he was auditioning for Fast & Furious: Anaheim Drift.

As they pulled up to a stoplight, a pedestrian crossed the street in front of them, giving Steve an unmistakable stink-eye. "Learn how to drive, you maniac!" the pedestrian yelled.

Steve, unfazed, shrugged. "That's just jealousy talking. Everyone wishes they had churro power like me."

Julene laughed, but the kids in the back were holding on for dear life. "I thought Disneyland was the thrill ride," Amelia muttered.

The Hot Tub Bliss

Finally, they reached the hotel in one piece, and everyone made a beeline for their rooms to change into swimsuits. Moments later, they reconvened at the hotel’s hot tub, which was already steaming and inviting under the soft glow of the pool lights.

As soon as they sank into the hot tub, a collective sigh of relief echoed around the group.

"Ahhh… this is what I’ve been dreaming about all day," Scot groaned, sinking deeper into the water.

"Same," Kevin said, stretching his legs. "My calves feel like they’ve been attacked by a herd of Disneyland ducks."

"I don’t know why we even bother going to the park when the hot tub is clearly the best part," Jeff joked.

Brandon, however, was the last to join, taking his sweet time dipping his toes into the water. "I think I’m going to live here now," he declared once he was fully submerged, sinking down until just his eyes and nose were above water.

"Uh-oh, we’ve lost him," Scot said, shaking his head. "Brandon’s become one with the hot tub."

"Good luck getting him out," Zac joked. "I’m not fighting him this time."

After about thirty blissful minutes in the hot tub, the reality of their exhaustion set in. It was time to call it a night.

"Alright, let’s drag Brandon out," Kevin said, rolling his eyes.

What followed was a wrestling match that could only be described as "brotherly chaos," with Kevin and Zac attempting to heave a very reluctant Brandon from the water.

"I’ll never leave!" Brandon cried dramatically, gripping the edge of the tub.

"Get out, or you’ll turn into a prune!" Kevin laughed, finally managing to haul him out, dripping and protesting.