10 Reasons Disney Is Better As An Adult

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HELLO Curiousers :] And WELCOME BACK to my WONDERLAND • Today’s blog is brought to you by…MY HONEYMOON! Because NO, there was NO other place we wanted to go after we got married.

I’m being serious.

  1. I feel like number one needs to be the most obvious and substantial, so, Disney is better as an adult, especially if you are on your honeymoon because… there is no place on earth that will not judge you (As a 25 year old) when you completely lose it over finally meeting your idol. People, I am talking about the moment I saw TIGGER. I am talking full blown hand over mouth, flailing of my free arm, baby jumping up and down while people try and parade around me meltdown. Are you judging? Disney didn’t.Processed with VSCO with hb1 preset
  2. Adults will actually REMEMBER their precious moments spent here at the most magical place on earth. I tried discussing Disneyland with one of my students when I taught preschool, and needless say she had no clue what Pirates of the Caribbean was… I know, I was sad too when I heard it.
  3. Okay, I’ll say it because I’ve waited two reasons already; ADULTS CAN DRINK! Okay, so we can’t drink in Disneyland, but we can hop on over to California Adventure (If you have a double park hopper) and dive into a world where you can walk around with a beer like on the Las Vegas strip. Not to mention during Spring Break 2017 they had a beer and wine festival going on and I wasn’t sure if our honeymoon could get any better.. it did.
  4. One word: Churro. Three words: Double Fisting Churro’s. I will go back to the beauty of reason 1 and the no judgment policy that Disney so wonderfully portrays.
  5. Dressing up is ways more fun as an adult! Especially if it’s not Halloween, and you’re at Disney. Again, no judgment. Zach and I had “The Couple Shirts” and he gets just as excited about them as I do.
  6.  You can eat anything you want, at any time you want it, and walk around with it because your fast pass for Splash Mountain begins in 5 minutes, and you will need a snack for the line. When I was younger my wonderful parents didn’t let my brother, sister, and I gorge our little selves in sugary sweets more than twice in a Disney day. Now, as an adult, I can make my own decisions, and now I know my parents were right in setting a limit (and they can NEVER know they were right). I learned after 2 churros, dole whip, a frozen banana, and the new stuffed churros that they do not mix with California Screamin’… or even walking for that matter.
  7. It’s A Small World becomes the best 15 minute nap of your life. There is nothing better than after a long day going on the Small World ride for a 15 minute snooze while the rest of the clueless kids in your boat are actually looking at the mini figures. The only downside, is the song… I really have never liked it and I am convinced the kids don’t either…
  8. Coffee mug shopping. NO KID IS GOING TO WALK INTO THE GIFT SHOP AND ASK MOM AND DAD FOR A TINKER BELL COFFEE MUG! THAT’S WHAT I DO, BECAUSE I’M AN ADDDUUULLLLTTTTTTTTT. I can drink coffee, most of them can’t yet, and I honestly cannot imagine a Disney trip without buying 4 different characters coffee mugs. I physically do not have any more room in my cabinets, but I will fill the pantry if I have to.
  9. As an adult, we tend to be more strategic. Therefore, when the kiddos want to see the 10:00 parade, Zach and I are bouncing joyfully from ride to ride because the lines are shorter than their attention span :].
  10. and Last, the nostalgia. Fun fact: The reason adult coloring books and aspects from our childhood make us feel better is because it really just reminds us of a more simple time. One without responsibilities, bills to pay, or people you pretend to like because you work with them. Essentially I am referring to those parents who were born during the Disney classics and will continue to school their own kids on all seven dwarfs, or know all of the words during the World of Color show.

Here is my point.. When I first saw Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and the tune “Whistle While You Work” came through my parent’s 90’s television set, I did not realize how unimportant the message was at the time. The seven dwarfs were not singing to the 4 year old whining about how he has to pick up his toys, NO NO NO, the seven dwarfs were preparing me for what I would have to do in 20 years when I am an actual adult.. with an actual job.

Disney is for adults, kids just won’t realize it until they become one. I was ignorant once too.

 

How I Survived Planning a Wedding

If you are reading this, you either:

  1. Just got engaged and are genuinely curious about what I had to go through.
  2. Are married and would like to reminisce on the beautiful struggle that went into a day like this
  3. OR… you are sitting at your computer with a glass of wine in hand and ready to dive into my personal stress head on. Welcome brave and curious person :].

 

My wedding planning began only 24 hours after Zach and I returned from our first big vacation to the Greek Islands. If anyone would have mentioned that I could possibly get engaged while on this vacation I would have honestly laughed. First, Zach and I never really talked about marriage. We really are the type of couple to just live day to day and enjoy every little moment without too much future planning. So, needless to say when my then boyfriend of 3 years got down on one knee successfully without ripping his pants, I was shocked, and my immediate reaction was to cry. After all, I had found my hatter. The man that so precisely planned this moment for months, hide a ring through 4 different foreign countries customs without my “always aware of everything” self seeing it, and proposed at a winery overlooking the ocean at sunset on the island of Santorini. Okay we can all go home now.

I knew after that moment I could no longer call myself the more romantic person in our relationship. He had me beat, and for once in my life, I did not mind losing.

We were on a tour, so of course 34 people that we had practically became family to over the course of the previous days were crying alongside us, taking pictures, and marveling over my ring while I collected myself and looked at my future husband. I do not think I have ever seen someone more proud of themselves.

OOOOOHHHHHH you thought this was all just one big happy and overly adorable sharing of my proposal… well lets fast forward to that night and what I call the first panic attack of the engagement :] Because I can’t lie to you, and thus I am going to admit that on my engagement night, I went into shock… fetal position, on the small European bed…shock.

It might come as a surprise to those couples that have not taken the plunge yet, but getting in engaged is a VERY LARGE STEP, so please do not take it lightly as just another milestone in the relationship. This is the the first step, of the rest of your life, and my brain and body knew it as soon as I settled into bed with my then collected thoughts on what had just happened. And I finally thought it…. “I have to plan a wedding.”

***Que Panic Attack to end any potential romance that might have taken place. Here is a beautiful synopsis of what it looked like for all of those curious :]

Fetal position, burrito blanket wrapped, freezing and jaw clenching, crying, and wondering why I am having a panic attack on what should be one of the happiest days of my life thus far. Well, because what I want everyone to know who won’t understand what I was going through is that I was happy, I was so happy that my brain flipped a switch and took this engagement so seriously that I shut down from happiness. And that still might not make any sense. But when I was laying there, it was Zach who understood what I was feeling because (your significant other should know you better than you know yourself), did not take me freaking out personally, and stayed up till I fell asleep.

Fast forward a week later, and finally at home with our baby… I mean dog Lucy. I got straight to wedding planning because Zach had to go back to work and I had 3 weeks before I went back to teaching.


Step 1: Find your vendor (during this time you should hire a wedding coordinator if you are rich and can afford it, I am jealous of you… but I survived so you can too :])

Step 2: Ask solid people who are awesome and will come thru for you on your wedding day to be your bridesmaids and groomsmen. I had 9 and Zach had 8… we wanted a mini army.

Step 3: Create your wedding website to put on the save the date and inform people on how 21st century you are.

Step 4: Buy your dress & get fitted for suits

Step 5: book your photographer and videographer

Step 6: order save the dates, stamps, & return address stickers (send out or you will plagiarize)

Step 7: find and taste different places for food

step 8: Breakdown and finally ask your partner for help even though he always asks but you say stupid stuff like, “I’ve got this.”

Step 9: Decide whether you are going for a do it yourself centerpiece or hire a professional with the skills I do not have to keep a plant alive to create a magical set up that makes your guests go “OOOOOO.”

Step 10: Start panicking because you have a job, pay bills, need to balance friend relationships with your family and significant other, and should probably sleep and throwing anything else into that, like planning a wedding, would make even the most put together of us crack. I cracked…

Step 11: Send out the invitations (please do not do what I did and try to calligraphy the names on the front like you have seen on pinterest) and if your partner asks if he can help regardless of his not like yours handwriting, you freaking let him.

Step 12: Get the little stuff like… cake cutter, mr/mrs toasting glasses, thank you cards for after wedding, extra decor that is not already supplied by the venue, table numbers, guest book, card box, etc. I got all of this from Michaels craft store.

Step 13: If you have created a website using The Knot, it will have a timeline of when you should do things.. and really you should treat it like the wedding bible.


And then, I finally heard wedding bells

If you have made it all the way to this part of my adventure, then I am here to tell you that every last bit of stress, was completely and utterly worth it. The night before Zach and my big day we had a rehearsal dinner at his parents house that was my kind of perfect. The kind that comes with only those closest to you, is showered with personally placed twinkling lights, and pictures your mother in law decided to place everywhere herself to remind us of our journey from then until now. I was slightly anxious from time to time, we were after all getting married the next day and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had forgotten to do something. Although, that changed the minute it was time to exchange our gifts and I was forever calmed because of what happened next.

I wanted to go first because well, I am a crier and I knew if his gift made me cry, then I was going to be down for the count and chicken out when it was time to give my gift to him. He of course insisted that I should get my gift first. I was completely nervous, shaking, and the thought of what did he get me was choking me because he had not even hinted (WHICH WAS NOT LIKE HIM). And then I peeled back the corner to the perfectly wrapped present, and immediately broke down into tears that transported me back to when I was 13 and begged my parents for a typewriter.

However, I was crying for two reasons: 1. He had gotten me something timeless that is my soul purpose for living: writing. 2. Behind our officiate hid the journal that I had been writing in since the day he proposed. A journal that I had filled of love notes, memories of our engagement, and appreciation for him that he could keep and read whenever he wished. And this journal, had a typewriter on the front cover.

I never needed anyone to tell me we were perfect for each other, but in that moment, it was official.

That night I went to bed with my bridesmaids sleeping in different parts of my house, and my best friend beside me. I was calm, and I was so excited. That feeling lasted the entire next day from getting to the venue, to the “I do’s”, to us falling asleep after it was all over to pizza and a movie in our hotel room.

And I will never have another day like it, which is fine because… your wedding day is meant to be special.


Last on this blog post is a clear and concise list of my vendors, their contact information (because they were my silent yet deadly army that made my day happen), and a list of websites I used to make things easier (because my parents did not have stuff like the internet to make seating charts and they should be jealous ;])

Venue

Desert Foothills Wedding and Events

Scottsdale, Arizona

Photography

Dan and Erin Dezago PhotoCinema

Based in Arizona

Instagram: @dephotocinema

Blog: dephotocinema.com/blog

 

Video

CinEmotion Studios

Based in Arizona

 

Flowers

Zuzus Petals

Owner: Bess Tilley

Based in Arizona

Instagram: zuzuspetalsaz

Website: http://www.zuzuspetalsaz.com

Invitations

Beacon Lane

Owner: Jessica

website: http://www.beaconln.com

Food

Babbo’s Italian

Based in Arizona

Dress

Grace Style and Bridal

owner: Hayley Benjamin

blog: hayleybenjamin.com

Based in Arizona

Instagram: @gracestyleandbridal

Website: gracestyleandbridal.com

Bridesmaids Dresses

David’s Bridal

Scottsdale, Arizona

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Suits

Mens Warehouse

Other

Beer Burro

Based in Arizona

Instagram: @beer_burro

Website: http://www.haulnassproductions.com


Websites

www.theknot.com 

My wedding website created using The Knot:

https://www.theknot.com/us/brandi-lorenz-and-zachary-marinig-mar-2017/photos/667855

www.weddingmapper.com

To begin, like any great fairytale, is before the beginning

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My name is Brandi Jean Marinig (maiden name Lorenz) and I am an Alice.

Let me explain.

Lets go back to my Freshmen year of high school at Mesquite high in Gilbert, Arizona (I now teach at the high school I went to because well… high school apparently wasn’t awkward enough for me.) I was your typical awful stage of teenager: t-shirts with logos no one understood, braces, wire glasses, and choker necklaces before they were cool. What does all of this mean? I had a lot of friends, and none of them were boys. Not that I cared, truly I am still friends with those women and I stick to the beautifully ironic fact that I met my soul mates before my partner in life (Zachary Marinig). To sum it up, it was not until this caterpillar put herself into a summer cocoon and transformed herself into a butterfly by sophomore year; lets fast forward a year for times sake. Junior year a.k.a the year of my first boyfriend and what I thought would be the last because wouldn’t you know it, I was being dramatic. That relationship lasted a year too long as I found myself heartbroken and without a Prince for my senior year prom. We still went to prom together because…. well did I mention I was young and ignorant? I really blame the fact that, like Alice I read into my romance and young adult novels like they were the real thing, and low and behold, I didn’t understand why relationships just weren’t working out for me. That thought lasted until my next long term relationship my Freshmen year of college that lasted yet again two years, but this time I did not feel as though I had wasted my time, but learned from it when it didn’t work out. Long story short: meet in chemistry class (no, it was biology, but we will just pretend), hit it off through Facebook because he was too afraid to talk to me, finally spoke in class, and before I knew it I was swept away and did not leave so much as a shoe behind. Then the day came two years later when my Prince could not see me as his Princess and I packed up my shoes and left, not leaving anything behind, especially a shoe. Fast forward to my Junior year of college and the same old Alice studying like I always knew how to do and just inches away from being a teacher. I was on a study break going through my Facebook feed when I saw a guy off to the sidebar that was titled “people you may know.” Well, I didn’t really recognize him, but he was cute (“LIKE” profile pic). ***DING maybe 3 seconds later, a message in my inbox.

Zach Marinig.

What I realized that night as we were hanging out:

  1. He did go to Mesquite, just like me, and in the same graduating class.
  2. We had Economics our senior year (he had changed so much and I did not even recognize him).
  3. We had grown up in the same neighborhood when we were kids and never knew it.
  4. Lastly, I finally realized that Alice could have never been paired with a Prince, but instead could only ever belong with the Mad Hatter.

 

And this was before the beginning.. stay tuned to my life as Alice married to the Mad Hatter for more trips down my rabbit hole, or if you prefer, a peak into my looking glass.