Had a "job" today. I say it in quotes because it didn't feel like a job at all. I went to Disneyland to hangout and explore a few areas so I can give the Disney Imagineers (imagination + engineers) some of my thoughts on improving the park.
Some of my friends rail against the Disney machine and its manufacturing of fun, but honestly after spending a full-day seeing their extreme attention to detail (from a designer's point of view), you can't walk away without being in awe. Their standards are inspiring.
As you enter the park, you go under a bridge and this tiny sign tells you exactly what to expect.
They allowed us behind this door to see "backstage." There was a no-picture policy, but I saw nothing scandalous. It looked like a movie lot, soundstage area. No one smoking, boozing or cavorting.
I found out in the New Orleans section of the park, there is a secret speakeasy called Club 33 where super exclusive members can go and have an alcoholic beverage. Don't even try to get up there.
You're not important enough.
I've always skipped the steamboat for the more exciting rides, but I guess I'm an old fart now because I enjoyed it. Felt like I was in a Tom Sawyer book. Wait...no one reads anymore.
This is Maggie the Cow.
I was impressed with Disneyland being rather progressive honoring Dia de los Muertos the 3-day Mexican holiday. But then again, it could also be the seasonal decoration for their Mexican restaurant. Whatever the case, Disneyland is wonderful.
-H.
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