Today, We Drive

Today we drive. We will leave our homes and all make our way to St. George. We will be staying at a new place called Aiden by Best Western. It's a boutique motel right on St. George Blvd. It's an old motel that has been refurbished. I have no idea what to expect, but the reviews on Google are very promising. We have rented several rooms so I expect we'll overrun this small motel, the pool, and the hot tub. And, hopefully, they cook up extra sausage for in the morning!

Rope drop.  You know what it is. The park opens at 8am, so we need to be through the turnstiles about 7:45am. So we need to be on the Toy Story shuttle at about 7:30am. So we need to be leaving the motel at about 7:20am. So we need to get up at about 6:00am

The long story finally ends here:

A Total Nightmare

Steve jolted awake, gasping for air like he’d just run a marathon, his heart pounding in his chest. His shirt clung to him in a pool of sweat as he sat up, wide-eyed, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

He scanned the dark room, and for a brief moment, the horror of the day came rushing back—getting kicked out of Disneyland, the hotel eviction, the complete and utter disaster that unfolded at every turn. But… something wasn’t right. He was in his own bed. At home.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Steve mumbled, rubbing his face with both hands. It had all been a nightmare—a ridiculous, stress-induced nightmare.

Still panicked, Steve scrambled to grab his phone from the nightstand, his fingers trembling as he unlocked it. He immediately opened the hotel reservation app. The glowing screen confirmed what he needed to see: Two nights booked. Perfect.

He sighed in relief, his heartbeat finally starting to slow down.

But then, a new surge of panic hit him. The park tickets! He fumbled through his email and opened the Disneyland confirmation email. He held his breath as the page loaded.

Two-day tickets. Park Hopper. All set.

Steve collapsed back onto his pillow, exhaling deeply. “It was just a dream… Just a nightmare,” he muttered, half-laughing at himself now. His ridiculous brain had conjured the most absurd Disney disaster imaginable.

He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, catching his breath.

Mandy rolled over, bleary-eyed. “Steve, why are you awake? What’s going on?”

Steve shook his head. “Nothing… just a nightmare. We, uh, got kicked out of Disneyland… and the hotel… and there were no churros.”

She blinked. “No churros? Now that’s a nightmare.”

Steve chuckled, finally starting to relax. “Yeah. Planning a trip to Disneyland is fun and all, but man… even my dreams are stressed out.”

Mandy smiled sleepily. “Well, at least you’ll get a good night’s sleep before the actual trip.”

Steve nodded, pulling the blanket up to his chin. “Yeah. Just remind me to triple-check everything in the morning.”

As Steve closed his eyes, the chaos of the dream faded away, leaving only the anticipation of the real Disneyland trip ahead. He smiled to himself as he drifted back to sleep, knowing that no matter how stressful the planning was, the memories—nightmares aside—would be worth every minute.

After all, no Disney trip is complete without a little bit of stress… and a whole lot of churros.