#bestdecisionweevermade, pt. 2

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Disneyland! We went to Disneyland! Well. Downtown Disney.

Brittany hit her head on the tram, 

we watched fireworks!

and we went to all the stores.

(Steph and the lovely Hava who got us in to the parks for cheap!)

The following is a series of me double fisting dinner (b'fast wich and fries) at midnight at Jack in the Box.

I just really can't handle how cute I am.

We got home and all had to shower. In one shower.

So we were exhausted and up for way too long.

Kyle fell asleep on our floor. Again.

Saturday morning we got up so early to go to Disneyland!

We look pretty happy for not a lot of sleep.

Britt did not hit her head on the tram this time.

Saturday was May the Fourth (be with you),

so naturally Chewie came with us.

The first ride of the day was the Radiator Springs Racers! SO CUTE. Ridiculously fun. Loved it.

Then we rode more rides, ate foods, Britt took pictures and I didn't. Stuff like that.

BUT THEN.

My roommate Andrea got engaged!

We all knew it was happening (except her), but I kept forgetting, then remembering.

It was all so exciting.

Cameron snuck away to buy them tshirts that would seal the deal,

then Ben snuck away to put his on before the big moment.

There was a lot of sneaking.

We stopped to take a group picture in front of the castle,

then took one of our favorite couple, then BAM.

(BAM means I started crying cause duh).

The man sitting in the back was thrilled. 

It was really fun for them to have everyone stop and cheer.

It was a perfect Bendrea engagement.

Once that was done, I went and got my first Dole whip! 

I got a float. Delicious. And real messy.

Star Tours!(?) May the fourth be with you.

And my hairs after Splash Mountain.

NEMO! 

Where a recently released bishop made Brittany a little flustered when he asked what church we go to.

Where Kyle discussed the Jungle Cruise vs. Nemo and commercialism at Disney.

It was adorable. And real nice to sit down.

I love Squirt.

While we waited for Fantasmic, we rode all the kid rides.

Storybook Land was delightfully punny and sweet.

When we passed under that sparkly arch, I decided that if I HAD to get engaged at Disneyland

(cause y'all know I'd never choose that), 

that it would be under that arch, or during the fireworks.

 

(Stephanie left to buy a churro and came back with 4.)

Favorite story of the trip time!

 I started being tired at like 3. And I was ready to quit at 4.

So at 11.30 while we were watching everyone shop, I was like beyond all exhaustion.

Brittany was looking for Nemo souvenirs, so while I was passionately pointing towards a mug, 

I accidentally hit a water bottle out of an old woman's hand. 

I apologized and she went on her way, but this is the kicker:

Kyle grabbed me by the shoulders and yelled after the woman, 

apologizing for me.

Can you just picture it? I'm cry-laughing and Kyle is yelling "I'm so sorry!"

Admittedly, it probably is only that funny if you were watching.

But I was dying.

That's all. This is everyone dead at the end of the night.

Then all the sudden it was Sunday morning and we left.

We listened to Adele for 3 hours, I drove through Vegas for the first time, 

and we ended the night pulling into Provo to the sweet sweet sound of Macklemore.

It was perfect.

So perfect that I'm not even apologizing for how long this is.

I did it again.

when your roommate does hair...

one day I'll have a house to redecorate or a baby to dress up when I'm bored, right?

#bestdecisionweevermade, pt. 1

It is hard to write about happy things and I don't know why. It has taken me entirely too long.

On the 2nd of May, Brittany and I tricked some boys into driving us to the SLC airport (donuts were the trick).

Juan was at the gate next to ours. He was headed back to Colombia. 

He hugged us and cried a little when he left. And asked us to take care of his boys (in our ward). He's great.

I then declared that morning, the airplane, the trip itself, everything, the best decision we ever made. And it stuck. I really couldn't get over it the whole weekend. For some reason (and the reason was not Disney Land), the whole weekend was ridiculously magical. Ridiculous.

Anyway. We got on the plane. I sat next to a young man who hates flying. Like a lot.

A short hour and a half later we landed in LONG BEACH! Which, by the way, may be the cutest and most magical airport I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of airports. It was all outside! And the palm trees! It made me miss home a little. 

Kyle, whose family so graciously let a bunch of college students stay at their house, picked us up from the airport and the party started continued. The rest of our group started driving when we went to the airport so we had like six hours to kill. (Target may have been involved once or twice.)

So we went to Huntington Beach! Magic! I literally could not handle myself. We barely talked the whole drive down the PCH. PCH! Anyway. We walked the whole pier, went and got tacos (fish for me, of course), then laid out for a while. I'm 95% sure that's what my heaven will be like. Pure joy. The other 5% is the guy who insisted on tanning his bum crack.

Then we went grocery shopping for our barbecue to welcome the others to CA. We're so domestic.

Even if we walk past the bread twice. Chippies!

Dinner. Pool/Jacuzzi. Aladdin. And by Aladdin, I mean, I fell asleep on the floor and somehow found my way to the air mattress.  

Friday we drove to Crystal Cove State Park. It was the rockiest beach I've ever been to and it was gorgeous. I got hot like I always do and we took a lunch break at the Shake Shack/Baja Fresh.

Then we went to a different section of the park that included a cozy walk under the highway. It was gorgeous again. But then it got cold, so we went home to change.

And we went to... (!!!)