On why Ryan and I came back from five days at Walt Disney World in Florida loving California’s Disneyland Resort even more than before.
An epic post about dragging my partner to Disneyland for his 40th birthday–and watching him fall in love with the place in spite of himself.
To celebrate Ryan’s 40th birthday, we leave next weekend to enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy. Oh, my Disneyland. It’s been a long time.
It took me eight years to finally visit Six Flags Great America. Imagine my surprise to find the Coney Island Cyclone sitting in the middle of the Chicago suburbs.
He won’t admit it, but it had to happen sooner or later. My great modernist boyfriend, cool to a fault and no friend to commercialism, is getting into our upcoming trip to Disneyland. (No, Disneyland.)