A recent three day trip for a cousin’s wedding and a sojourn to Legoland gave us red cheeks and smiles. Well, my husband’s whole body became red. I think I’m faking it as a white person as I never burn. Perhaps my cousin’s genealogy digging that says we are part Cherokee has something to do with it.
I’m happy he ate almost half of his grilled cheese.
There is my family cold in the wind waiting for the big slide at Legoland water park. While I enjoy the water park I had changed into my clothes at this point. The have a pretty laconic system for getting people on rides there. Isn’t there a former Disneyland staffer they can hire to consult?
The happening scene at the Legoland hotel bar. The staff was kind as we coached them how to make a good Manhattan. But, they are handicapped as there is no rye or proper Maraschino cherries Kept thinking a good sketch would be someone accidentally coming to this lounge thinking it was a good place to pick up a woman.
Um, are we sure that’s safe?
The second day was well capped with face painting and photo op with Captain Beard heart… or something like that.
In the brochure version of amusement parks they look like this
I think Mark fares best here. He looks like a politician.