I've been doing the dirty dishes, and putting away newly-unpacked dishes, and thanking all the Gods and Goddesses for Oxycodone, I am horribly sore today, courtesy of yesterday...

Caleb and I went to Disneyland yesterday, which is why where were no updates. Now a) I'd been to Disneyland once before and been only somewhat impressed, b) I am sick and tired and therefor hate walking around, and c) I don't think much of commercialism in general and Disneyland is one big fucking commercial, period, end of statement, get the fuck off the stage... oh, Scotticus, there's NO Rocky up here in Burbank. In theory there's one somewhere in L.A. but we have no clue where. *sigh* I miss Rocky already, which is odd since I stopped going regularly about the time Caleb stopped working there. Ehh.

Anyway. Three reasons up there, why I was not expecting to have a great time. Add in the heat, and the crowds of stupid tourists, and the high prices, and yeah. I was actually surprised Caleb even suggested it. But he seemed eager and so I went.

Was I ever surprised! First off, it wasn't horribly crowded - it wasn't exactly empty, but we got to go on every ride we wanted to at least once (and we did Pirates of the Carribean twice and could have made it three times). They have this new system, where you go through this TINY line and pick up a FastPass, which gives you a one-hour block of time that is usually one to two hours after the time you picked up the fastpass. During that hour block, you get to cut ahead of the line, basically... so a ride with a 2-hour line (there were lines that long, it was atrocious) would end up taking YOU five to fifteen minutes to wait, and that only if there were other FastPass users ahead of you. I kept calling it TimePass and FastLine and SpecialTime and all sorts of odd things because for some gawdaweful reason I couldn't remember the name 'FastPass'.

The reason for this forgetfullness might have been that I was drugged to the gills on Oxycodone - I took enough for three days, or Cal and I did between us, anyway. Yes, I shared with him... his ankles and knees are VERY easily hurt, and although he doesn't get much of the Opiate Rush from it, it did seem to help him keep going. *smiles*

This was good, because we walked the length of the park and back over and f'ing OVER again... without fail, when we got off one ride, the ride that sounded best to do next was on the other damned side of the huge place. *amused* It felt like we were walking a marathon.

We went on Splash Mountain - got soaked, actually stood in the Slow Line for it and waited an hour, talking a bit with the two barely-teen-age girls and the mother of one of them, who were in line in front of us. It rocked.

We went on Space Mountain and it was the only ride I screamed all the way through... DAMN, but that one is one hell of an adrenalin rush. Caleb had been on it before and after I rode it, I think I remembered being on it before too, but I am not sure.

We went on Star Tours and their Railroad rollercoaster, both of which were intensely amusing and very good at being what they were. Star Tours is one of those where you get in what is basically a box with seats and a giant screen at the front, the whole contraption is on a rig of shocks and struts and motors and what-have-you, so that when the picture on the screen looks like you're diving, you FEEL it too. The rollercoaster was nice and smooth, no jarring jerks from one side to the other, no horrible bumps, just this slick fast ride that left you breathless and giggling.

We went on the Haunted House ride, of course - Caleb hadn't been before, I think? Anyway, it really kicked ass, as I remembered; Boots and I had ridden that one a good what, five-ten times? the time we went with my parents, many moons ago. Much fun.

We went over to Tom Sawyer's Island and wandered around a bit, mostly to kill time before we hit the Indiana Jones ride, which I would like to recommend as the most bizarre ride in the place, as far as the motion of it goes... gods! Start, stop, turn, spin, jump, jerk... at the end of it you feel like someone's been making a martini out of you, James Bond style. But it's cool - hell, even the LINE for that one is more interesting than some of the other rides are. I really suggest you hit that if you make it to Disney California.

We did Pirates, as I said, and we'd planned to eat dinner in the little restaraunt that overlooks a portion of the ride, it's in the New Orleans quarter, and the part of the ride it's in looks like evening in the Bayou, it's really beautiful. However, at $30-$40 for a meal there, we gave it a pass - that was as much each as we'd paid to get IN to the place. Scary. Yes, Caleb got us in at discount rates, since he's a California resident. *grinpoing*

We went on the river cruise, and the guy piloting our boat actually had the patter down well enough that even the bad puns were funny, which is quite impressing considering how VERY bad most of 'em were.

The first ride we did was Mr. Toad's Wild Ride - it's the sort of thing that in theory only amuses VERY small children... but it's COOL, and very fun, and air-conditioned except for the bit where you are in Hell, which is hilarious so you don't mind the heat. In all seriousness, this is one of the most fun rides in the whole place, and I can't recommend it enough. It has sheep, and chickens, and weasels, and cute old-fashioned cars, and really nifty artwork, and air-conditioning, and Hell. Can't beat that setup. *chuckles*

So I walked... and I ate overpriced food and drank overpriced soda... and got one of those HUGE long unicorn-horn-shaped lollypops that I have fun trying to deep-throat in public... and I snuggled close to Caleb and hugged him and kissed him and GODS but we made out a lot in public... and I talked to someone else who thinks that sheep are evil... and I watched nearly-naked women with nice breasts and tight asses wandering around... and I got to go on rides... and I got REALLY sore, to the point where the oxycodone wore off on the way home and I honestly thought I wanted to die, it hurt so bad... and I stubbed my toe with the ingrown toenail... and I got blisters on my feet and sunburn on my neck and nose... and I got to spend a whole day wandering around making a complete touristy fool of myself with Caleb. *smiles softly* It was a day well-spent.

One other thing happened, that I wasn't sure I was going to write about, but...

...we were trying to go across Main Street to get to Tomorrowland to ride Space Mountain. It was closed off, because there was a parade, so we hung around to watch the parade and wait for the street to open. All these Disney characters came past, and they were playing "When You Wish Upon A Star", and Caleb had his arms around me... and I actually started crying, I was so happy. I felt like a kid. Not young or immature, I tend to feel THAT way a lot... rather, I felt as if the whole world was this new and wonderful place, as if I could do anything.

I felt... happy.

Content.

Pleased.

Safe.

Loved.

I'm really glad I went to Disneyland with Caleb yesterday. *smiles again, purring* It was one of the best days I've ever had. I just wanted that known. I don't think I say this often enough, here... this journal is where I rant about things that upset me, talk about the incidental things. I don't often mention how much Caleb means to me, any more than I mention that I'm breathing, or that water is wet. It doesn't seem necessary, often.

But it is; I know how important it is to me to hear that I am loved and wanted, and so I want to make sure that Caleb hears it too, and sees it.

Kadin is First Slave, of course. He's earned it. Torian is quite a delicious obsession and I really want to meet him... I miss Rhett... and I could go on like this for a while but I'm not trying to rehash things I mention often. What I want to mention now, to state, to say, to make very clear, is this:

Whatever else is going on in my life, there is a Caleb. I love him. I desire him. I admire him. I enjoy his company, I like the way he tastes, and I intend to spend my life with him.

*grins, shrugging*

He is my mate.