Would be just swell.
I'd teleport right to Anaheim today, go take a quick spin on the Indiana Jones Adventure, then ride Haunted Mansion holiday, stopping off quickly on the way back home to rent, "Cutthroat Island", which I need to finish a 2,000 word piece for Pirates Magazine and CANNOT find anywhere, then back home for a cup of peppermint tea and sit right back down to continue working.
Alas, teleportation technology has not been achieved. This is probably best now that I think about it, because with my luck, I'd have a full-on "Fly" situation happen to me. Except hopefully it would be something cuter than a fly, so that nobody would have to shoot me to put me out of my own misery...like a chipmunk. Or a cupcake.