laguna beach

 hi! we're Thayne and Emily.  and we just got back from Disneyland.  it is the most magical place on earth.

 we rode scary/breathtaking rollercoasters...

 followed (not preceded by) a monte cristo.  a monte cristo is a ham and cheese sandwich covered in dough, dipped in batter, deep-fried, doused with powdered sugar and dunked in blackberry jam.

 we washed down our monte cristos with something really light and healthy...pineapple ice cream.

 I experienced the most hilarious moment of my life on tower of terror with my good 'ole mom.  from sitting down on the ride to getting off, she clawed my arm and screamed like a baby.  as you can tell by her corner-huddled-fetus-position and scrunched-white-knuckled-i'm-going-to-die-face, she was a little uncomfortable.

 okay, so I'll be normal for a second and tell you what really went down this weekend.  my family and the Spafford family went to Laguna Beach, CA.  the Spaffords are always so generous with their time, money, and hilariousness.  it was so great just to sit on the beach with everyone and discover that Susan majored in political science and that Dave looks like Imhotep from the Mummy.  we stayed in a beautiful condo by a great beach and spent our days sunning, swimming, chatting, movie-ing, and eating.  oh yeah, the picture above represents the two days that Thayne spent golfing at Pelican Hill and Monarch something-or-other.

i love him

 this is the view from the Spafford condo.  best view ever. oh! I have to mention joey spafford, who made disneyland more magical, nights more happy, the beach more fun, and our lives much more awesome.  we love you joey!

 we frequented the Beachcomber cafe, a little cafe at Crystal cove surrounded by abandoned shacks where families would live in the summers in the '40s.  great coconut macadamia nut pancakes.

 we cheered on the Angels, but no matter how many times I stood and did the "angels in the outfield" wings to inspire the players, they lost.

 all was not lost, however. we did leave massive destruction and carnage in our wake.  for the record, this photo is of below my father's chair. barf.

 my dad, in true fashion, bought a lanyard and got right to work.  he strutted proudly around disneyland for all to see his limited edition pins swinging from their red-roped throne.

 until he saw this guy (notice the extra-wide-special-made lanyard)

 then he meant business!  he enlisted the Spafford's help, and soon, he had a lanyard every the most emphatic professional trader could only dream of.

 we were thoroughly embarrassed, but luckily he was distracted by the transit of venus and kept quiet about his lanyard for the remainder of the day.

 i just think my mom is cute and fun.

 don't let that confident smile and dashing swagger fool you.  Thayne was nervous to enter the seething cougar and silver-fox lined pool that is javier's.  ah, those cougars and silver foxes...driving their mazarati's and drinking their martinis...Thayner thought that he wouldn't fit in...

but Thayne changed into THIS immediately after our stint at javier's.  beware all who enter!  actually, just extending their awesomeness and hilariousness, the Spaffords let us drive around their car for the week.  we felt really cool.

but all that happiness, deep-fried food, cruising on the highway, games, beach, walks, tide-pools, lanyard competitions, and golf can really tucker a guy out.  here is baby sleeping on the plane. what a great week!