When you've drunk everything there is to drink, there's only one thing to do: get up and go to Disneyland. So that was Sunday.

Stephanie had only ever been once, as a child. Which was good, because at Disneyland I become a child (sometimes a petulant, spoiled child) at heart and just want to play, worry-free. Lots of Fantasyland dark rides on this trip - I almost never go on those. They were all so... strange. Is there supposed to be a story? A plot arc? Resolution? But I told Don and Stephanie that this was her day. I was going to follow them on whatever rides they picked, or not. But I had no ride I had to go on except Space Mountain. It was a warm day, but not too hot. It was a crowded day, but not too crowded. It was about as damned near perfect as you could want.

So we did a lot of rides - a lot of them - more than we can usually fit in one visit. Hell, we even petted goats and sheep. We bought candy, we watched fireworks. This was a great day. But damned I was so tired by 10pm. So tired. Cranky? I hope not. I think I might have been. But tired... so tired...

And I can't wait to go back!