Disney or ArtFest?

Disney? Or ArtFest?

Brutal choice here.

I really, really want to go to ArtFest this coming spring, pretty much like I've wanted to go to ArtFest since I heard about it five or six years ago. Once I even signed up, but cancelled my registration so that I could go to Las Vegas with husband for his 40th, a decision I have oft regretted. (Let it be known that I despise Las Vegas. A tackier place has surely not been seen upon this earth.)

Well. I've been socking away my nickels trying to get the kids down to DisneyLand, because they're 8 and 9 and Disney is Mecca. Husband is cool with Disney because he went to Disney when he was a kid and thought it was the shiz-nit. I'm cool with Disney because in March I want to be, oh, a thousand miles from ice-socked Washington State. I'm no friend of Mickey Mouse, but even the overly giddy staff and hemorraging wallet I anticipate should be balanced by California sun. Or so I tell myself.

Then I got the email with all the delicious ArtFest classes. I slobbered all over the keyboard. Color, techniques, creativity, artists! I could have climbed through the screen.

I can't do both.

What would you do?