… and get up super early to get into the park before anyone else* does so that you can head straight to Space Mountain and jump right on.
Before you’ve had coffee.
Then, once you’ve boosted your adrenaline levels way beyond anything that caffeine can do at 7 o’clock on a Sunday morning, tweet that shizz out:
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When the replies start coming in, ignore the ones pointing out that the guy behind you seemed to be puking. Happy memories only, people!
* You have to be staying at one of the resort hotels to do this. I recommend staying at one of the resort hotels JUST so you can do this.
(Our California ‘Mama Needs A Break’ Getaway was courtesy of California and also Disneyland. We love California. And Disneyland. A lot. And not just because our brains got rattled on Space Mountain. Well, not just because of that.)
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