I was in California and went on some rides. It was cool. Really.

This post is about a month and a half overdue. Longtime readers know that’s actually incredibly timely for me.

As you all have no doubt heard by now, I have been back in the glorious state of Connecticut for a while (save one night in Pennsylvania, camping with the Brenner family and company, and an excursion to Jersey for the wedding of one Michael Ortiz and one Vikki Kieffer). As I reflect on my fantastic summer in California, I think back over all of the things I’ve accomplished, from working on one of the most popular web shows around, to apparently shopping at the same supermarket as Steve Carell, to the touristy things I’ve been doing every time I’ve been to the state since my first time, shortly after birth. And what is the quintessential California tourist experience? Why, theme parks, of course!

At the beginning of this summer, I was afraid I wouldn’t have a chance to visit any of the local theme parks, because, let’s face it, theme parks are expensive, and I currently have no income while owing three small fortunes and a kidney before my student loans are squared away. Fortunately, it worked out in my favor that, within a two-day span, I got to visit two of my favorite parks. Those of you who follow me on Twitter have already gotten the even-worse-grammar versions of these stories, but for the slightly less obsessive of my stalkers, here we have “The Story of David Ganssle’s Summer 2009 Trips to Universal Studios Hollywood and Disneyland: Revenge of the Incredibly Non-Succinct Title”. Continue reading