I don't know what anyone else thought about Grad Nite, but quite frankly I think it was kind of stupid. I was exceptionally tired, my feet were KILLING me, and everything was packed beyond utter belief. For God's sake, I didn't get to go on Space Mountain because the waiting time was 120 minutes. I was very, very sad. However, I did get to ride on Pirates of the Carribean (for the first time!), I got some new Mickey Ears, and a large lollipop, so that balanced out the bad for me. Everyone was loud and rude and it really reminded me just how much I hate human beings. At least the ones who are loud, rude, and obnoxious....so basically teenagers in general.

The bad stuff about the night was bearable...until the park closed. First of all, we were in a van because there were no seats for us on the 4 buses they had. Alright, so our driver never told Sarah and I where to meet up after the park had closed. He gave us these pink wristbands and when we exited the park, there was a giant sign that said pink wristbands --->, blue wristbands <----. So, since we had no idea what to do, we decided to follow the sign.

We ended up in a parking lot where we had no idea where we were at. Vanessa called us and said our driver was looking for us, and we were trying to explain to her that we were trying to get to where we initially parked, but we were lost. So I called Hunter and told him we weren't sure where we were exactly, and he said they were going to wait for us. Sarah and I continued to walk, making an entire loop around the California Adventure park, which put us...eh, I would say a mile and a half away from where we needed to be. We were trying to figure out how to get back to the front but really couldn't seem to find our way back. We tried looking for Disney people but we couldn't find any of them, and we figured they'd yell at us if we tried to re-enter the park. Then our driver calls us, and starts yelling at us, saying if we don't get to the van in 5 minutes that he was going to call my mom and they were going to leave us. Sarah and I kept telling them we were lost, but I don't think they really believed us. At one point, everyone on the other line (the driver, another chaperone [which was the driver's wife], Hunter and everyone else on the van) started laughing at us.
Then Sergio calls us, and tells us the same thing, and then Mrs. Ramos takes his phone and gives us the same crap our driver was telling us. It was so frustrating having like five million people not understand that it was physically impossible for Sarah and I to walk a mile or so in five minutes. This is how the conversation sounded:

Us: WE CAN'T GET THERE IN FIVE MINUTES
Them: YOU NEED TO GET TO PUMBAA PARKING
Us: YEAH WE KNOW THAT'S WHERE WE NEED TO GO BUT WE'RE NOT SURE WHERE WE ARE AND THERE IS NO WAY WE CAN GET THERE IN THE TIME YOU ARE ALLOWING US
Them: SWEETIES YOU REALLY NEED TO GET THERE IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES
Us: (what i really wanted to say) FUCK DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I CANNOT WALK A FUCKING MILE IN FIVE FUCKING MINUTES JESUS CHRIST
(what was really said) YOU SERIOUSLY DO NOT UNDERSTAND THERE IS NO WAY WE CAN GET THERE IN FIVE MINUTES


So, Sarah and I were completely pissed because we were insanely lost and our driver was being an absolute cunt because he opted to wait by the van while we wandered around pretty much aimlessly WHEN HE HAD A MAP AND A VAN
and it's not like he couldn't go off the planned route, because on our way out there, we made two pits stops: one at his house and one at a gas station.


So a very angry Sarah and an equally pissed off deanna were walking down the street when the van pulled up and they blared their horn at us. It pissed me off more than I already was, and then the driver had the fucking nerve to pull that stupid "hey i'm going to start driving off when you reach for the handle" shit. I was so pissed I didn't talk to anyone the entire way home. In fact, I don't think I told anyone goodbye either, well, besides Sarah. I just glared at everyone.



Oh, and the drivers should be glad that when he called my phone that his number came up as "Witheld" because other wise I would be prank calling him for the next 40 years.




UGHGHGHGHGHHHHH