While it's true that my taste in vacations leans toward sandy beaches and cold cocktails, I am not averse--in principle, at least--to an occasional foray into the Magic Kingdom. I was hip to the Pirates of the Caribbean decades before Johnny Depp made them cool. I've learned from personal experience that there are all sorts of sneaky things an adult can get away with in the wilds of Tom Sawyer's Island. I have even learned to appreciate the much-maligned California Adventure theme park, largely because its more mature vibe means easier access to frosty beverages.
When I mentioned to the Viking (my significant other) that APTRA, the Associated Press-Television-Radio Association, was holding its annual awards ceremony at
Disneyland, she pretty much insisted we attend. And since we were going to be "in the neighborhood," she reasoned, we might as well drop by Six Flags Magic Mountain for a day or so too. Recognizing that a journalism convention might mean at least part of our annual Disney outing could be a legitimate tax deduction, I agreed to go.