Post 50th Blues
 

After all great events comes the denouement, the slow realization that after the years of waiting and preparing, it's all over. You can't help but feel a bit depressed - and I think I'm there. Still exhausted three days out from the weekend festivities, but yesterday when a friend called to see if we wanted to meet at the park, I quickly responded with a "what? Are you Crazy?"

My mind flashing back to our last sad, tired moments, of heat, crowds, and spectacular fireworks passed over to just go home - and I don't want to go back. Not right away anyway. I'd love to see my friends, lounge about with them. But I have to think there must be some swankier places we could be, nice as the Lobby of the Grand Cal is.

I know I'll get over this funk - eventually, but for the moment I'm done with the parks, the crowd, and the 50th celebration. For the moment, it's the Blues I'm singing.

I'm there, too. I dreaded going to work, and now we are in the midst of updating our house, which will be great when it is all done, but I hate actually doing it. Reality bites. Everyone was asking about the trip at work, but I didn't feel like talking too much about it yet, so I just said the truth- it was great.

Yeah, I'm feeling it too. Did I give it to you or did you give it to me? Maybe, like most things, we just end up at the same place at the same time, together.

I think, post-joy of the 50th, I was left with the reality of some pretty icky stuff. Combine that with being tired and deperssion is natural. But, today, I am actually starting to feel a bit better. I had a good ole fashioned pissed off purge and, man did that feel good. It only took an hour after that for me to start on my backyard landscaping plan. I think that I'm back to my happy self.....I hope.

i too feel the melancholy. so today... i got in the truck and went to Disneyland:D

after spending way too much money, i feel better now.

You know, when we went back into DL after riding GRR, there was a huge line. Two girls cut in front of us, and ignored our glares. A few moments later they were joined by their parents, one of whom said "Way to go- champion lineblasting!" or something to that effect. I saw red, and told the girls off. I said I didn't appreciate cheating, that I worked hard to instill good values in my daughter and that cheating- in Disneyland!- was always wrong, whatever the degree. The parents never once looked back or tried to intervene, but neither did they move, and all the girls could do was mumble "sorry..". I just told them I was sorry for them. It didn't accomplish a damn thing, because they didn't move, but I felt really good anyway. Do I think they'll stop their evil cutting ways? Nope, but the vent felt good, and it let them know they weren't fooling anyone but themselves.

Sorry for all the negative crap that was thrown your way, NA, and I hope your 'purge' was cathartic!

Feeling it too...

I remember really not wanting to walk out the gates, even though our bodies were telling us that we had had enough. I would have stayed until I was kicked out, had I to do it over again. But there will be many, many more happy times there. It's Disneyland. Like Euro said though, we will probably stay away for a little bit, at least 2 weeks. Then I'm sure we will cave in and go. It will be strange though. Even though the "celebration" is still going on, we all know that the moment has passed. Sure was fun while it lasted though. :)

and you people ask me why I scream so much on Matterhorn, Space Mountain, and Big Thunder? :p

Work has just been soooo weird this week; like sleepwalking through half stiff jello...

Same here.

Been really lethargic in the past week, as if I'd rather not move at all. Was stuck to my computer, reliving the weekend over and over. Tomorrow is my breaking point day where I'm going to get something done before work.

I really don't want to plan anything much anytime soon, especially not Disney related.

I've definitely got a bit of the post-50 blues. It's not too terribly bad, cause I know the cause and so won't give in to it. But I'm a bit lethargic and dimwitted. The remnants of my portable party are strewn all over my apartment, and I'm not doing anything about cleaning it all up ... which is a major sign of Zlickdysfunction.

I've no intention, as of now, to go back to Disneyland till, say, Goth Day in August. And I've arrived at a rather weird place in my life that I've never looked past or planned for. Disneyland-50 was the end-of-the-line in planned events. After 20 years of having that hang in the future so deliciously, it's over and - at the moment at least, and very oddly for me - there's nothing planned past it.

Oh well, I'm supposed to take up learning the saxophone at long last. Maybe once I get over the funk, I'll start playing the blues I'm feeling so bluesfully.

I've been anticipating this let down for weeks. "What the hell are we going to talk/think/plan about after that weekend?" And I'm definitely feeling it now.

For me, it's a bit mitigated by Paris plans, I don't think the real let down is going to come until after that.