Answers! The I Take Pictures in Bathrooms Edition

Guess what?  I have the internet back!  Which means I wasted an obscene amount of time yesterday, and am now vowing to do better.  I am still keeping to my breakneck drafting schedule, so, huzzah for me and whatnot, mostly I'm just tired.

On to the rest of the answers!

Penelope (Penelope! It's YOU! How is James McAvoy? Is he still pushing you on the swing? And just how good a kisser is he, because he looked pretty good in that scene at Halloween?) asks, How did you get into Club 33?  And how awesome was it?

Ah, Club 33.  For those not in the know, there's a secret, member's only restaurant in Disneyland.  If you go out of Pirates of the Caribbean (which we did, four times, my kids are nothing if not lovers of repetition) and turn to the left, there is a small, unremarkable door with a silver number next to it.  That number is 33.  And you can't go in that door unless you have reservations.  And you can't get reservations unless you are a member.  And you can't become a member unless a) you have buttloads of money (yes, buttloads is the technical term) and b) you manage to get through the FOURTEEN YEAR waiting list.

So.  Clearly I am not a member.  But I have a mother-in-law who is universally adored, and who happens to be a teacher.  And because she is a universally adored teacher, parents like to do nice things for her.  One of those parents just so happens to work for a company that IS a member, and taa-daa!  One very complicated string of events later and I was sitting down to lunch in Club 33 with several of my favorite in-laws.

My thoughts in this picture: "My stomach hurts. Perhaps I shouldn't have tried every single dessert they put out." Pause. "No, I definitely should have."

So, after enjoying a luxurious and delicious lunch (kid free, because my sainted in-laws not only got us in, they also took all of our kids while we were eating), we did the typical things.  Took pictures of the group.  Went out and stood on the veranda, looking down at all of the people milling about and hoping they noticed us because COME ON WE WERE IN CLUB 33 ROCK ON.  Admired the historical furniture and sketches.  And then, as no doubt anyone would do while eating at a ridiculously nice, exclusive restaurant, we took pictures in the bathroom.

That'd be my adorable sister-in-law sitting on the wicker toilet.  I thought I was cropped out of this picture; there's another in which I'm doing a much better presentation, but alas, this same sister-in-law is in the hospital having just given birth, so I don't think calling her and asking her to email it to me would be appropriate.

Also, yes, she is nine months pregnant in this picture and you can't even tell and I don't like her very much.

For those foodies among you, sadly I am not one and didn't take pictures of my meal.  I had grouper with a tomato and bean sauce and it was amazing.  But my favorite part was from the dessert table, these tiny cups of chilled caramel that tasted like an Andes mint.  But better.  AND CARAMEL.  That you ate with a spoon.

Heaven.

So, there you have it.  My Club 33 adventure.  I even have the keychain to prove it, although what more proof you'd need than bathroom shots I can't imagine.

Kayla Olson asks, If you were ever invited to the Martha Stewart show, and you HAD to go, which of the following would you prefer, and why?

a) To cook with Martha

b) To craft with Martha

c) To garden with Martha

d) To sneak off-set before anyone notices (but the punishment would be NO MORE DR PEPPER FOR A YEAR)

Actually, I already cook with Martha!  Or, at least, I get her cooking magazine.  I love looking through it, marveling at the recipes, and then pulling a bag of Trader Joe's frozen gnocchi out of the freezer and heating it up.

But seriously, I could use some help in that arena.  So definitely A.  However, side note: there is a man my in-laws were friends with who would always tell me I looked like Martha Stewart like it was somehow supposed to be flattered.

Oddly enough I never liked events he was at...

Annie asks, If you had to cast Paranormalcy: THE MOVIE with characters from Star Wars, who would play what?

Easy!  I've already done just that.

And finally, heidikins asks, Is there anything you will miss about apartment living?

YES.  Many,  many things.  For example, I only ever get to listen to my own music now.  No more thumping bass, no more wailing mariachi, no more power ballads from the Quincineras being thrown outside our windows.

No one jumps up and down and runs in circles on my ceiling at 11 PM every single night.

I don't get to tell my kids to be quiet when they are having fun and playing because our downstairs neighbor might get mad.

My car doesn't get dinged in the parking lot, nor do I get to lug groceries down the corridor and up the stairs while trying to drag my four-year-old who is suddenly too tired to walk even so much as a step.

And I no longer have the joy of taking my laundry elsewhere to be cleaned.

Yes, many, many things to be missed.  I cry myself to sleep in my new, beautiful, clean, quiet place every single night.