Remember that time you were in Disneyland alone and sans children, drinking $12 crap Pinot Grigio like a good parent does? I do.

A MUCH too long convention that I’d been working on since I started the new gig was unfortunately held in Anaheim. There is nothing in Anaheim. Nothing but mouse ears and men in suits (and not in a good way).

Always one for the “when in Rome” experience, I figured I’d better at least walk around downtown Disney to say I’d seen it. So I talked myself into needing a $5 murcurial shaped rice Krispy treat and headed on my way.

That’s when I found the Disney Vault- hidden in plain sight! I swung open the vault doors to expose all of the movies trapped behind bars, waiting for their re-release for Christmas. Not this year, suckers!

Thankfully the Vault was just next to a sweet shop. My misdemeanour had worked up an appetite.

But not these ladies…

Next up! Visit the fanciest hotel in the land! A favourite hobby of mine, I had to. It was rather dull…

Faux craftsman, much?

Troubadour zombie, much? And why?!

This sign suddnly explained so much!

…like how the foliage was so spectacular!

The happiest place in Anaheim!

Yeah, yeah, this was cute!

Minnie=Bae.