Bats Day, 2009. We four, Shane, Valentina, SeVerina and I all descend upon the happiest place on Earth with about a thousand or so other darkly clad beings. Of course in order to do this, we first had to make sure we had some food in our bellies; so we tracked down a Denny's and had our fill of breakfast food goodness. Denny's. What about it makes it so good? Not on a regular basis mind you, but when you are on vacations and road trips and such? It's always so strangely comforting.
Being that we purchased twilight passes, we arrived at the park shortly after four, well after the initial rush or people. We put our things in a locker and huddled for a plan of attack upon the park and it's many rides. Since this was Shane's first trip to Disneyland, we had to make sure to hit all the best rides; though sadly, one of the best, Indiana Jones, we heard was closed (luckily later it re-opened). First up was Space Mountain, then the Matterhorn, the Mad Hatter store, Big Thunder Mountain, Pirates of the Caribbean and then while on our way to the Haunted Mansion we wandered the back streets of New Orleans where we enjoyed a Mint Julep. Yum and "I Do Declare".
Now since a few hours had passed between breakfast and the time that it was, we all agreed that we were hungry and wandered across the park to one of the few eateries that offered gluten free yummies. SeVerina was indeed in the happiest place on Earth as she ate her cheese burger. It was quite an event and perfectly timed as she chowed down and fireworks were going off in the background. I dare say that it was an epic event if ever there was one. As we ate, my cell phone vibrated with a text message. It was Noah asking where we were and to hurry over to the Haunted Mansion to be in the final Bats Day picture, he was holding up the line for us. Aw! We're special (and most likely much hated by those waiting). Earlier, our riding of the Haunted Mansion was foiled by the ride breaking. Boo! So after riding a newly fixed ride with Noah, a Bats Day first for me, we quickly made for the other side of the park, as the hour of closing was quickly approaching. Shane, Valentina and SeVerina rode Star Tours (it always gives me a headache) while I waited outside and freed my feet of their leather torture devices.
While making our way down Main Street and out of the park, we ran into Karen and Coleman who convinced us (which wasn't too hard) to join them in a midnight Sundae. Ice Cream! It's a perfect way to end the day!
Thank you Bats Day!
Not so much a rabbit hole as it was a maze that we were in...or such was the Anaheim Sheraton Hotel...or maybe it was just us. "Where's our room again?" "Do you remember how to get our room?" "I think it's down this hallway over here." "No. Wait..." "Why are all the rooms and hallways so yellow?"
Being that Shane had ducked out the previous night in order to hang with his peeps, Sev and I woke to a room all our own and what does a couple do in a hotel room all on their own? Why order room service of course! Ha, ha! Severina and I decided that what the hell, it's our anniversary weekend...why not enjoy ourselves? We rang up room service and ordered a hearty breakfast which we enjoyed while sitting around a wee table by the window; which was touching because it reminded me of our post honeymoon breakfast, only cheaper and without the Snoqualmie Falls in the background. Once the food was devoured and we were properly dressed and ready to be seen, we meandered downstairs to the Black Market and all our Bats Day friends; this was around noon of course. Sheesh. One thing I can say though is that sharing a hotel room is not always a good thing when it comes to alone time. Ha. Ooops.
Severina and I wandered the Black Market and eyed its numerous wares; I think in many cases we might have drooled a little. We made promises of returning because alas, it was time for The Break Up to do their sound check. Straight away, after the sound check was finished, we jumped right back into The Black Market where this year it seemed to overflow into room after room after room. There were tables full of glorious, dark and devious goodies everywhere we seemed to turn. It was beyond our control, really. This urge to pick up a few items. It was nice to actually be able to do so. Previous years we only allowed ourselves the pleasure of window shopping. We picked up streampunkish bracelets, a hand-crafted dream box, a tiny, circus style hat (which Sev wore during her performance) and a few other curiosities.
After filling our bags, we three wandered the hallways and banquet rooms that held Bats Day: The Dark Park Festival and its many, many spookilicious attendees. I don't know what exactly to put it down too, but quite frankly, this was one of, if not the best Bats Days I had ever attended. We bounced around and hugged friends as we made our way back through all those crazy hallways and to our room where bottles that should have read, "Drink Me" on them awaited our return. More drinking was enjoyed and dinner was ordered via room service while the Break Up made themselves ready for the stage. Tic-toc-tic, they were the opening act and quickly running out of primping time. Rushing downstairs only to find that they had been pushed back five or ten minutes. Whew. Just enough time for another wee little drink. Finally it arrived. The Break Up took to the stage and captured the ears and hearts of all in the room. Between you and me, aside from Babyland, they were the best act on the bill.
Two bands later and it was my turn to do what I had come to do, which was to lay down some hard, stomping beats; and I delivered. I was elated when I looked up to see a floor full of people dancing away as hard as they could. I was told afterward that during a lighting malfunction, where all the house lights unexpectedly came up, a poor girl exclaimed, "Aw! Is that it? Is it over?" Which is just as I felt as I spun the last song of my half-hour set. It was a bitter sweet ending because while I wanted to continue, Babyland was the next band to take the stage and I wanted to see them.
Drunken and ready, I jumped into the fray that was the mosh pit; for a short time anyway. Half way through the set, Sev, Valentina and I left to find other kinds of amusement; which came in the form of sitting in the foyer talking to Ian, Becky, Penance, Jenzie, Mr. Hexed and accosting Robert with "take us to the nearest Sonic burger damn you! And don't give us any of that, they're closed nonsense!" We watched and laughed as Shane contorted himself on the floor in attempts to massage his own foot.
As the night winded down and people became more and more scarce, we moved our party back up to our oh too yellow room where we tumbled, giggling, even a little further down the soft and fuzzy rabbit hole.
The whole night. The whole Bats Day event was a much needed thing and full of experiences that I'll always look back and smile upon. I loved seeing friends who I hadn't seen for a few years. I loved traveling deeper into the inner chambers of the heart with Severina as we lounged around in the lateness of the hour surrounded by our friend family.
Home again and rested after falling down the rabbit hole into that strange and bizarre land known as Hollywood, California. While I do miss all our friends and extended family, I must say that it's good to be home back in Seattle; even if it did greet us with rain instead of open arms. Home, where our saying of, "I'm not from here" wont work and our world is a little less yellow based in its colorization.
Friday morning we woke from a restless night of sleep, both Severina and I were like children on the night before Christmas; who can sleep the night before such excitement begins? Hollywood. Cat & Fiddle. Shopping. Friends. Bats Day. Disneyland! We were packed and ready to go, chomping at the bits. Perhaps too ready because we arrived at the airport a little bit too early, so we sat and waited while sipping coffees and watching Shane compose airport music on his laptop. We watched slightly amused as the Jet Blue hostess played a trivia game with the waiting travelers where they guessed answers and clamored for prizes of free headsets for their trip. Eventually their fun ended and we boarded the plane and approximately three hours later we were walking out onto California ground. We were received warmly and lovingly by Valentina where hugs flew in every which direction. Too much time passes between visits with her. Of course as true Seattleite people, our first stop was to get coffee before grabbing such supplies as money and alcohol; all our bottles should have read, "Drink Me" as that's just what we did and as soon as possible.
Now it was only but a momentary pit stop at the abode of Valentina so we could freshen up before heading off to Hollywood. Once there, the first order of business was to visit a taco stand so that we could satiate our collective cravings for taco's before then proceeding to shop for boots and a garter for the most beautiful Severina, both of which were found and acquired (now to convince her to wear them at the same time and nothing else. Heh). Again piling back into the car, the four of us then headed off down the street to Amoeba records where I instantly became like the kid in a candy store; ah, music selection, how I've missed you. I could have spent more but I limited myself to just a few: the Das Bunker compilation, "Brighter Than A Thousand Suns", Cenotype "Origins Unfold", Seabound "When Black Beats Blue", Supreme Court "Keep Calm + Carry On" and Zentriert Ins Antlitz "...no". A good purchase by any standards. Next stop was the dearly missed Cat & Fiddle where we were joined by Lars and his girl. We shared good conversations over various meals of pub food and drinks and time passed all too quickly because before we knew it, it was time to go get our stomping on at Das Bunker.
Das Bunker. Who were all those people? Outside of the usual suspects that of course included the DJs and promoter, Sev and I recognized and knew close to none of them. Perhaps it was a bad night? The music seemed both "dated" and "safe", if you know what I mean; so not the Bunker I had come to know. They even shoved the Noise room into the far back room downstairs, as if hiding their shame. I sigh now. *sigh* While we didn't stay as long as we had originally planned, it was good to at least run into and say hello to those we knew.
After our disappointing trip to Bunker, we traversed the many freeways to the Anaheim Sheraton Hotel. Once there and checked in, we went up to our room and made a few cocktails before crashing for the night. The big day after all was to start the very next morning. The big day of The Black Market and a promising performance by none other than THE BREAK UP and a floor shaking set by DJ Seraphim. Ha, ha!
And then there was Saturday where we played with the Mad Hatter and tumbled even further down the rabbit hole...