On October 4, 2003, a bunch of friends and I frolicked over to Disneyland for yet another "red-shirt" day. Much
fun was had and here are just a few of the photos of all of us in what was truly the "happiest place on Earth"
that day.
(Click on the thumbnails to see the full-sized pics.)

We begin on the tram as Ted and Gigi lean back for the trip to the entrance plaza.

Jim, Drew, and me just outside Adventureland eagerly awaiting as the rest of the guy shopped at the Indiana Jones gift shop

That's me in between Reid and Mike in our modern-day tradition of "Which of these things is not like the other?"

Drew shows off that he practices "good breath" maintenance by letting us all see his Altoid.

Just four guys hanging on the fence...

In the evening, we took a tour of Mickey's House. Here's Ted looking as dignified as one humanly could next to Mickey's fireplace.

Gigi was mucho tired so she took over Pluto's bed. Awww...

Meanwhile, Ted sat idly by and watched some TV.

After lounging in the living room, I took over the one-mand-band machine/Wonkamobile/Dr. Seuss-ish contraptamaphone. Any requests?

Jim, however, seemed to find something of interest in Donald's periscope.

I put a call in about it while doing the worst Colin Ferrell impersonation.

But alas, night fell and dinner was served. Drew became Eminem while Mike well...stayed as Mike.

Ted and I put on our best smiles despite being tired as hell.

But nothing tops having a pic with the big cheese himself.
(Click on the thumbnails to see the full-sized pics.)

We begin on the tram as Ted and Gigi lean back for the trip to the entrance plaza.

Jim, Drew, and me just outside Adventureland eagerly awaiting as the rest of the guy shopped at the Indiana Jones gift shop

That's me in between Reid and Mike in our modern-day tradition of "Which of these things is not like the other?"

Drew shows off that he practices "good breath" maintenance by letting us all see his Altoid.

Just four guys hanging on the fence...

In the evening, we took a tour of Mickey's House. Here's Ted looking as dignified as one humanly could next to Mickey's fireplace.

Gigi was mucho tired so she took over Pluto's bed. Awww...

Meanwhile, Ted sat idly by and watched some TV.

After lounging in the living room, I took over the one-mand-band machine/Wonkamobile/Dr. Seuss-ish contraptamaphone. Any requests?

Jim, however, seemed to find something of interest in Donald's periscope.

I put a call in about it while doing the worst Colin Ferrell impersonation.

But alas, night fell and dinner was served. Drew became Eminem while Mike well...stayed as Mike.

Ted and I put on our best smiles despite being tired as hell.

But nothing tops having a pic with the big cheese himself.
