But this trip wasn't something I could wiggle out of, at least not totally, so there I was, with my two oldest daughters -- in Anaheim, headed into Disneyland.
Ready to be Dazzled.
By some crazy twist of events, just me and my middle daughter ventured into California Adventure together. We had fun. I can't deny it. The lines for many of the rides were reasonable, her company was delightful, and well, there's beer served in that park.
Toward the end of the evening she made it known that she really wanted to ride the Radiator Spring Racers ride. I have to admit, it's one of the very best rides in the park, maybe even my favorite, but the lines suck.
But we sucked up that suck and stood in line. For a long time. It was at least an hour. I got a bit edgy watching those "fast pass" folks cut into line in front of us, but finally we made it into the car.
And off we went.
Until we didn't.
But at least we had the desert moon to gaze upon...
And after a 15 or so minute delay, we were off to the races - x2. They didn't even make us get out of our car, just sent us around the track again. I guess the line was actually the perfect length.