I was less than two miles from Disneyland this week, working for Pearson; did you think I wouldn't go into the park at lease once? Ok, only once, but I did go. Monday Don and Stephanie came down and we all went in to watch that new water fire light show thing. Only we didn't, because we didn't get there early and it was all booked up before we arrived. So we did what any adult would do when facing bitter disappointment: we ordered a pitcher of margaritas on the rocks. Hold the ice. You get more that way. It seemed to make Disney more fun, actually. Although I got so sleepy after an hour or two. I mean, not because of the tequila or anything, but because I'd been up all day working that double shift I talked about.

The week went on, as they do, until Thursday when I went to an Angel game with Tyler. I think it must be 25 years since I'd been to Angel Stadium. It was kind of fun. They serve Guinness now inside, not just Bud or Coors. And CPK and Ruby's Diner deliver to the stands. It's quite nice. Oh, and they play baseball too, I understand, if you like that sort of thing.

The week of working in Placentia ended with me getting an "almost-job-offer," meaning if I had known they were hiring two weeks ago, and if I had submitted my resume before the deadline, I would have been given the job based on what she saw this week. It's nice, you know, even if I already have the San Francisco job offer.