If you are hanging around Anaheim, CA for business reasons, the attractions, as far as I could tell on this, my first visit since 1964, are:
and of course, Disneyland
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and, you know, Disneyland spin offs.
Since it’s not 1964 any more, I’m not nearly as much into the Mouse Man’s routines, even the accelerated-technology versions. Jeeze, the gigantic hotels and smaller motels and shacks-to-rent try to look like castles ‘n’ shit and have fairy-tale themes. (Biggest missed opportunity: The Little Boy Blue Hotel. C’mon, should have been: The Little Boy Blue Inn.)
I suppose if yer tuned in like so many of the families with wee-uns there, it can seem like what should be the city motto: the Enchanted Kingdom. If yer a misfit malcontent like me, it’s Icky-Poo On a Stick. In the hotel’s “Character Club” gift store, I weakened and thought a “Jack” (from “Nightmare Before Christmas”) top hat might be a fun decoration for my pumpkin on the doorstep. But it was $28 and when I looked it over, cheaply made and even kinda crude. Ghost of Walt, get with it: quality control made the difference with you.
But hey, it does prompt the third installment of this: