Well, sort of. Izzy (Andrea’s sister) is seventeen….
We thought we might be creepy. Those adults. But it turns out that half the adult population of California, perhaps the US and Japan as well, also goes to Disneyland sans kids on a Wednesday in early November.
There were several reasons we decided not to take the munchkins: First, Everett recently has decided that everything that moves over 5 mph, except his bike, or makes a noise louder than a whistle, except an iPad, is out to kill him. For those reasons, when we took the kids to LegoLand a couple weeks prior, Andrea and I had to trade off riding all the good rides…. Secondly, it’s expensive. I think we paid to use the restroom at one point. Thirdly, because adults are children too. And finally, we planned a blistering pace, a pace unsustainable for children: We rode eighteen rides and ate nearly as many churros in our ten hours at Disneyland.
If you’re looking for some fun and nostalgia, I’d highly recommend the Disneyland sans kids experience.
P.S. Don’t tell the kids! They thought we went to a concert, which is somewhat true: we did see the marching band perform on Main Street, U.S.A.