Tense and intense, Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge is not your mother's Disneyland
As a SoCal mom, I know what it takes to do Disneyland: water, sunscreen, sturdy walking shoes, lots of cash, phone, snacks and whatever other gear the age and Disney-geek demographic of the group demands.
Strollers, mouse ears, matching shirts, lanyards clanking with tradable pins, whatever; I've always had it covered, down to the Band-Aids, hand sanitizer and Advil.
But I never thought to pack a back story.
Within minutes of entering Galaxy's Edge, the park's brand-new "Star Wars"-themed land, I realized this was a hideous mistake.
"Are you looking for a job?" A young woman in native-Batuu garb asked in a low voice as she sidled up to my daughter and me.
"Um, no," I said. "We're looking for lightsabers."
"Keep your voice down!" she said.
