Back in November, the DH concocted an idea: he was in Pasadena for the week of Nov. 12-17. Why don't I fly down and we cash in some Disney points, grab a cheap hotel, and go to DL on the 18th? PERFECT! We haven't visited the original Mouse since...forever. Then, I'd drive back with him on the 19th and we'd revel in our ridiculousness and complain about how sore we were. I love this man. Broke the news to the DD’s. They were happy for us! I surprised the big guy by buying MaxPasses for us. We never had been able to buy photos in the past and having the FP on the phone just seemed wise. The plane ticket was booked and the tickets were downloaded. Let me introduce us: Next week is our 24th anniversary. He’s still my best friend. Yeah, yeah, gross…but true. He’s super dorky and I’m super geeky. We both love Disney. Next year, we’d planned a trip to WDW for just us, but now it’s grown into a trip for 11-15. I drove to Sacramento to catch my flight. Besides the gorgeous sunrise, I was greeted by flocks of migrating birds—thousands of them: I’m not such a great flyer. God bless my DH for bumping up my Southwest boarding. I was in the second group, but all of the people kept walking back. I was in the front row, window. No one was in the middle seat and a nice gentleman chatted with me from his aisle seat until we took off. As you can see, I had a nice view of Tahoe: So, DH is waiting at Burbank Airport for me. And he’s sick…like really, really ill. He saw a doctor that prescribed him an inhaler for his chest cold. Our original plan was to get in a rental and drive around, looking at all sorts of stuff we’re always wanted to see: the Hollywood sign, my mom’s house where she grew up. But it quickly became evident that after an hour, this was not a good idea. We returned to the airport to return the car (and Hertz was a champ and didn’t charge us!), to take an Uber to the hotel. Once we got there, DH was asleep for a couple of hours. I woke him to eat, then he went back to sleep. I seriously thought of cancelling DL, but he was adamant. I called ahead to Super 8 Anaheim and they said it wouldn’t be a problem to leave the company work van in their lot, even though check-in wasn’t until after 3 p.m. Here’s the small parking lot. It’s clean, it’s inexpensive, and it’s a long walk when you’re wet or tired—but more on that later. We left Pasadena early and walked to Downtown Disney, where I wanted a Starbucks because COFFEE. Look how cheery we are in the morning! We took the left entry and both cried when we saw the sign: Made it in time to see the trolley come out. I’m a gigantic fan of this because I also use carts and appreciate equine tack. I wasn’t sure of how to ride, so I just watched it go by: (P.S. Thank you, pink-haired girl for walking RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME as I waited.) Last pic for this post. It’s deceivingly empty of people. As the day went on, we were to learn the word “crush” and “maximum capacity,” not that any cast member is allowed to comment on that though. Stay tuned in for our shenanigans and our review of the MaxPass!