L's Idea of D-day

I'm looking forward to the summer black-out period that will render our Disneyland season's pass useless until the fall, but alas, it still has a week or two of valid park days left on it, and Stacy and L are bound and determined to make the most of it. Fortunately their most recent sortie was last Wednesday and I was able to beg off due to work - a close rival for the "Happiest Place on Earth" title, I assure you.

So being free of all male encumbrances (sorry N, you really don't quite qualify as much of a bastion of male encumbrance yet), Stacy, L and N hooked up with Grandma Lynne and spent the day at D-land in a preponderance of princessly pleasures: they booked a gourmet lunch with Ariel and all her royal consorts. It's exactly the kind of thing I've been longing not to do, so the timing was perfect. L, of course, was neigh catatonic due to cardiac hyper-palpitation, and N, who, truth be told, has a bit of a thing for Snow White, or at least her wardrobe, was similarly wound up.

They showed up for their appointed lunch time rendezvous and were ushered in in relatively short order, but even a couple minute wait is an eternity when there are princesses hanging in the balance. L's patience was sorely tried.



But princessly patience is always happily rewarded and soon she was face to fins with her hemi-human heroine.



Lunch was then served. L had sea-shell pasta and N had lollipop meatballs. Stacy had cioppino, which, considering Ariel's best friend is supposedly a crab, seemed somewhat in poor taste. (Stacy did mention that it was very flavorful, so I guess you can say that all of Ariel's childhood friends served her faithfully to the very end.)

Then all Ariel's current, nouveau riche, socialite friends came out to play and, in somewhat Paris Hilton fashion, be seen and sign autographs. Being monarchs seems to afford them a lot of free time. Pulchritude ensued.






The day's hob-nobbing having drawn to a close, the kids were dragged back to the car (which bore no resemblance to a pumpkin coach whatsoever) and hurried home, arriving safely with several hours to spare against the final stroke of midnight deadline. They have been firmly counselled that, in gratitude for this special treat, they must play together happily ever after, or a wicked step-dad will come into the story.