More from the Schultzsters Adventure. And what is an adventure without friends? Anaheim happens to be the old stomping grounds of our fabulous friend, Tromboneforhire. His new stomping grounds aren’t terribly far away, so we arranged an afternoon of adventures.
None of us had yet met Tromboneforhire in person, so it was very exciting. “Does he know what he’s getting himself into?” Munchkinhead asked about his meeting the three of us at once. I looked at her. “Yes, he does,” we said together and laughed. Twitter with our family is, if anything, a true representation of what it’s like to hang out with us. “Was it weird meeting someone off Twitter?” Mr. Trizzle asked later. This is the fourth or fifth friend I’ve first met on Twitter and then hung out with, the first being Short Fabulous, so I had only excitement and extremely high expectations. Tromboneforhire lived up to them.
Munchkinhead, Alfred and I were hanging out in the Lego store – the meeting point Tromboneforhire had designated – playing with the Lego people display. I was digging through a tub of Legos when Munchkinhead looked at me and nodded behind me. I turned around and there was Tromboneforhire, just chillin, watching us getting giddy over Legos. I shrieked and threw my arms around him. Sneaky man.
Greetings all around and we were off on our adventure around Downtown Disney. We had lunch at a Mexican restaurant where Munchkinhead had a birthday margarita bigger than her head. We did lots of window shopping and playing in the many toy stores and the ESPN store, including some dress up. This may be my most favorite picture of Alfred, ever.
We wandered all over Downtown Disney and into one of the nearby resorts. We finished off the afternoon at a Tiki bar where Munchkinhead drank brains out of a skull. Alfred bought her the mug to take home with her, except they gave Munchkinhead the wrong, which wasn’t discovered until weeks after we were back home. Sadness. Or something. That mug was incredibly scary so I’m not too sure it’s a bad thing she got the wrong one.
Alfred and I had fancy drinks, too, but we didn’t opt for keepsake mugs. My drink set off a tidal wave or something in the bar. The lights went dim, a boat in a glass display went all topsy turvy and the bartender sprayed patrons with a water gun.
It was a great afternoon spent strolling, chatting and being utterly silly. What more could the Schultzsters want in an adventure?