I was seated between both of the guys, and by this point, the water and everything I had drank had finally hit me (God, I miss that). As it happens, the boat got stuck at the top of the first “drop,” with the sound of water rushing below me, and I thought I was in hell. I also vowed that I would not pee my pants, because that would wreck me emotionally and Patrick would forever see me as the girl who peed her pants on PotC. We then decided to go on the Haunted Mansion.
As we stood in line, Patrick mocked these women several people ahead of us who were smoking. He pretended to hack a lung, and verbally admonished them for exposing everyone to secondhand smoke. He said things that made me laugh, and I suppose Patrick was doing things that caused his friend to ask us if we were dating (this would not be the last time someone asked me this while I was in school–it happened again when I was a Sophomore in volleyball class), which we both said ‘no’ to, although my brain wanted to say ‘yes’. His friend said as we got closer to going in, that he would let us share a doombuggy, since he wasn’t convinced there wasn’t something happening between us. Internally, I was doing this:
Of course, that burger I had ate came back to haunt me. That, and my general appearance that day. All I remember was that I was wearing a sweatshirt that was tied around my waist, jeans that didn’t fit properly, my hair was a nightmare, and I had braces. I wondered if he would kiss me, and then I worried if he did try at some dark juncture of the ride where he wouldn’t be seen by his friend, was my breath oniony? We rode the ride in quite palpable silence, and that was that.
We then decided to walk around the park (after I went to the bathroom), and ended up at a place that no longer exists, and not many people know about. At the time, it was near Sleeping Beauty’s Castle, and was dedicated to Ariel. At intervals, water would shoot out of fishes’ mouths, and it was someplace to go to cool off during the hot days. Patrick purposely threw himself into the path of the water spray, and then tried to sabotage me and his friend. At some point, his Mickey Mouse PEZ figure got trapped on the other side of the fence. He tried to grab it, and then asked me to try, since I had slimmer arms. All the while, he was making his Pluto Beanie Baby “cry” onto my shoulder while I tried (unsuccessfully). Afterwards, Pluto sat on my shoulder, crying and nuzzling my neck. Patrick then said that “Pluto liked my earrings” (back when I had my triple piercings—thanks Buffy), which really caused his friend to question Patrick’s feelings toward me.
We went to Frontierland, so Patrick could buy his dad and sister fudge, during which he got into an argument with his friend (although I thought it was me at the time). Not much later, we took the Pinocchio Tram back to the parking lot to go home.
I rushed out later that following Saturday morning to have the photos developed at Walmart, which I brought to school Monday morning. Patrick saw the photo I took of him, and acted as though it was some unforgettable moment. It kind of stung a little, but I wasn’t going to let him ruin my night.
And that, is the very long story of my trip to Disneyland. I still have a lot of the photos I took that night, but only one is saved online, and for the anonymity of those in that image, I won’t publish it. Thankfully, the photo I took of myself that night was thrown out by dad (along with the original image of Patrick–which I had a negative for) that was in another photo album.