We started our vacation at about 9am on a Saturday morning. In theory we are headed out to Sunny Southern California to go to my very good friend’s wedding. We went to high school together and he is the Kitten’s Godfather. In reality we are taking a trip to Disneyland and working in the wedding. It is no slight to Uncle Godfather, afterall how could he compete with Disneyland. After wrapping up some last minute details on Friday (like who was going to feed the cat) we were up until after midnight packing. With help from the Hot Teacher’s uncle we got to the Airport in plenty of time. While in line for security we encoutered a man who didn’t get there in time and started plowing through the line uttering "tight flight" with a slightly german accent as thought this explained everything. Everyone in line (us inlcuded) had fun mocking him after he was out of ear shot. There was enough time before our flight for hot Teacher to get a coffee from some very happy baristas and for the Wolf to read some of his new Garfield comic book. He expressed an interest in Garfield when we were in the Library the other day and I immediately got behind the idea. When I was the Wolf’s age and my dad was away on assignment he would often send me or come back with a Garfield book. Jim Davis has put about about 50 Garfield books so it was a good one to go with. The Wolf also brought a Calvin and Hobbes book, but I think he can only read so much of that in one sitting. As part of our voyage we had a four hour lay over in Salt Lake City. It wasn’t too bad, but our friend Unka Scrooge sent us a picture of him in Disneyland just to rub it in.
We arrived in Long Beach around 5:30 and were able to quickly get a car from Avis. It then took us a little over an hour to get to the hotel because we programmed a wrong address into the TomTom, but realized our error eventually and pulled out the reservation sheet to put in the exact address of the Diney land Hotel. We got here and I didn’t even make it up to the room because I was already running late for the bachelor party, which was luckily close enough to the hotel for walking. I had a nice evening talking to Uncle Godfather and his friends, but sad to say it wasn’t very bachleor party-like. It was more happy hour with a focus. The focus being get the groom drunk. He and a few die hards traveld off to "We-Ho" after the happy hour died down (11pm) and I am sure that was a little more racous. I declined because I knew that I had a fun filled adventure at Disnyland the next day.