After I sufficiently worked on my tan poolside, I made my way over to Disneyland- even though i’m sort of mad at Disney for selling me the Prince Charming concept as a child (biggest lie i’ve ever been told since the Easter Bunny). I figure since I spent the first six years of my life convinced that I WAS in fact ariel, I should visit the homeland. Even wore my “glass slippers”…aka, lucite fabulousness I found in Vegas.