I had a half day at work yesterday. My boyfriend and I both had some things to take care of, but we met up for an early dinner/late lunch Vietnamese bite. Him: “It’s, like, light outside. What do you want to do?” Me: “Let’s go to Disneyland.” So we did. Left L.A. around 7:00pm and got down to Anaheim shortly after 8:00.

We had gone last year on a Saturday, which had been a) crowded, b) hot, c) sort of not totally worth the total effort put into the trip, and d) not especially pleasant. That trip was my first time at any vaguely magical kingdom, and his first trip there since he had been a teenager going with parents.

Last night, we had barely any wait times, and we got to do all the things we didn’t do last year. The Pirates of the Caribbean ride had been under construction last year, so we hit that (really fun), as well as the Haunted Mansion (which I adore), the Indiana Jones thing (kind of bumpy, plus I think my current hip bruises were earned on this ride), etc.

All in all, it was so much fun and exactly what I needed right now. Work’s been go, go, go for the past few weeks, and between after work schmoozing/events, birthday parties, reminding friends that I exist through drinks, I’ve been kind of a wreck. So, Disneyland was a kickass start to this long weekend.

. . . Or, as I’m calling it, the vacation before the vacation. I leave for Europe on Thursday night.