34 hours

Disneyland just happened.

One minute you are in a Mongolian restaurant talking about how tragic life would be if you were the people in the booth behind you, the next you are on the road to California.

It just... happens.

The night was going to conclude with the premiere of Parenthood, mainly for the pleasure of witnessing a new adventure with Lauren Graham, but somehow we were western bound.

This was 34 hours ago.  I am on my couch in Orem right now.

We were leaving the happiest place on earth 12 hours ago.

I have slept 3 hours since Tuesday morning. 

I went on The Tower of Terror seven times.

Spontaneity at it's grandest. 

That Bites.

So Imagine Dragons, my current obsession [well that, gilmore girls (don't judge, I know it's been off the air for three years, their still witty, deal with it, I'm still straight) and making things in my toaster oven], are playing at the Velour (aka Provo's Haus of Awesome) April 10th.

Oh, I can't go.

Excuse me while I slit my wrists.

I have the unfortunate obligation to join my family for a week-long vacation in Florida. The same vacation we did last August.

I realize we have a timeshare. I realize that Disneyworld is down the street. I realize that it is the most cost efficient trip our family can do in this economy.

WHO CARES?

Imagine Dragons is playing the Velour. 

It's my parents anniversary on the 10th? Here's some flowers.

What is this crap? I mean, God clearly wanted me to see Imagine effing Dragons one last time before my mission. One last time before they hit the big time. One last time at the VELOUR.

Disneyworld can suck it. It's just an imitation of Disneyland with more internationals that don't speak my native tongue.