Ok, so last week I went to a Disney concert. Actually, it was called Disney IN Concert.
While there were, I’m sure, other 21 year olds there without children, I’m going to express to everyone here that I felt like I was the only one. I saw a ton of little Elsa’s and little Anna’s and the occasional Cinderella or Aurora. I even saw a teenager dressed as Merida. I, however, dressed casually. I wore a dress and some Mickey tights. I couldn’t let anyone know that I was actually screaming on the inside due to excitement.
I dragged Sam along with me. I’m not sure he wanted to go at first, you know, being a 20-year-old dude. But, he’s my boyfriend and that’s just how it goes dating me, I guess. I’ve dragged him to so many girly things or Disney things or childish things that this must have just been normal for him. Continue reading “Being a grown up… but not really.”