Saturday, April 16, 2011

Day 7

Day 7 provided a rare opportunity for a sleep in. Whilst not a "free day", the girls were not performing till late in the day. We decided (well, Jez and Rachel decided) to do a little more shopping, so we booked a car to take us to the "Block at Orange" - the sort of shopping centre where all the shops have "outlet" at the end of their name, but nothing is noticeably cheaper.

We were picked up in a Lincoln Towncar, which I obviously find very apt because my middle name is Towncar.

In the afternoon, the girls performed in the Street Parade through Disneyland. They found it hard going - an hour or so of rehearsal and then dancing continuously for 2 km. But we loved it.

One thing I will say about Disneyland, is that you hear an awful lot of the Hawthorn Theme song.

Jez and Rachel were apparently interviewed for some TV show or other just prior to the parade. Unfortunately they have no idea who or what or why - so I doubt that we'll ever see it.

Connick purchased a sword or two from Disneyland. We're getting these delivered - and I sure hope they get through customs (or do I?)

Connick and I finally caught the fireworks display. It is very impressive. And to think that it's happening every day! (Except of course when technical difficulties intervene)

We also saw Fantastica - a show combination of live action, lights and water on the river front. The premise of the show is that it's Mickey's dream - but I couldn't help feeling someone may have slipped Mickey a Mickey.

A few other observations about America I've collected along the way:
- McDonald's thick shakes are topped with whipped cream - which seems a mite unnecessary
- Our money is much better, and getting rid of 1 and 2 cent pieces was a good idea.
- The line between domestic pickup (ute) and monster truck is very blurry
- There seems to be an issue with buskers that turning up for gigs. Sometimes there's just a DVD playing.

Anyway, let's call that Day 7, which along with the Day 8 I posted earlier, concludes the first leg of our journey.

Good night.

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