How I've Spent My So-called Vacation
So here's what's been going on.
Day One, the drive out. Late arrival, late getting out of town, compounded by Mb having been up all night and extremely cranky. We went to the park and got our passes, wandered around Main Street for a while. Went to motel to check in. Mb caught a short nap, we went swimming. Some semi-excellent news: I've lost weight: The bottoms of my suit are now falling off me. Sadly, I didn't bring my one-piece. Ran up to the store for stuff to make lunch with. Had dinner at Golden Corral. All pretty good so far.
Day Two: The Magic Kingdom. We were there when the park opened at 9, because Mb, thanks to her nap, was running around like a hamster at 3AM. Crossing from the parking lot to the main entrance, I had a shoe malfunction. Sneaks I had on have a molded footbed andrubber treads. The left tread came off, attached only at the tip---had to wrestle it the rest of the way off.
Dashed through Tommorrowland so they could ride Space Mountain while I held Jazz the Wonder Akita. Didn't get to go on the ONE thing there I really wanted to see, Stitch's Great Escape. Going from Tomorrowland back toward Main Street, the other shoe had a meltdown as the right sole came loose and flapped uselessly.
Ran all over the place for six hours, past things I actually wanted to go on, but didn't have energy to argue about or backtrack for. I kept a smile on my face and didn't bitch at all (you guys are getting the brunt of it, sorry!), despite the lack of breakfast or lunch, which were supposedly part of the deal.
Came back to the motel whimpering, my feet hurt so bad. Both pinkie toes felt like there was ground glass in their ball joints. Had a sandwich and quantities of liquid and slept for five hours.
We all got up and drove down the strip for dinner at Checkers. Would've been nice if my feet hadn't hurt so much and if they hadn't noticed a stray cat by the building next door, which Mb had to get a couple burgers to feed. And standthere and coo to for a half hour. (I've mentioned I'm not a cat person, right? Shit like this is one of the reasons.)
Day Three: Today. Supposed to be Hollywood Studios, formerly MGM Studios. We all got up around 8, no hurrying. Went to the local Payless Shoes, where Ikilled my right thumbnail down to the quick and dropped $21 on a new pair of sneaks. Which really pisses me off, since $50 was all I had, period, I hadn't bought anything at all to that point, and now I've got these silly sneaks---!
So we got to the park, which I had no preconceived images of, and OMG, it's DECO!!! My inner architecture slut had a total Meg Ryan moment---which I couldn't really savor since I was chasing after them. I know I'm not in the greatest shape, but jeez---!
They went on Tower of Terror while I kept an eye on Jazz. They were both angsting over the fact that she hadn't pooped today and weren't happy about the little square of dirt that consituted the service dog relief area. SO was also annoyed by Mb's constant detours for cigarettes and pee breaks, she got mad at him (and apparently my slowness was also an issue)---the upshot being, we left maybe an hour after we got there.
From about 1PM, the tension in the room has been fraught. They were supposedly going to have "date night" tonight, go out and have seafood and leave me home with a pizza, which I was totally okay with. SO made some conciliatory noises, which Mb rebuffed.
What a clusterfuck! I'm more than a little perturbed with both of them; this is in NO WAY the vacation I was promised.
Hope your week's been going better than mine. Except for the weight loss---I totally own that!
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Day One, the drive out. Late arrival, late getting out of town, compounded by Mb having been up all night and extremely cranky. We went to the park and got our passes, wandered around Main Street for a while. Went to motel to check in. Mb caught a short nap, we went swimming. Some semi-excellent news: I've lost weight: The bottoms of my suit are now falling off me. Sadly, I didn't bring my one-piece. Ran up to the store for stuff to make lunch with. Had dinner at Golden Corral. All pretty good so far.
Day Two: The Magic Kingdom. We were there when the park opened at 9, because Mb, thanks to her nap, was running around like a hamster at 3AM. Crossing from the parking lot to the main entrance, I had a shoe malfunction. Sneaks I had on have a molded footbed andrubber treads. The left tread came off, attached only at the tip---had to wrestle it the rest of the way off.
Dashed through Tommorrowland so they could ride Space Mountain while I held Jazz the Wonder Akita. Didn't get to go on the ONE thing there I really wanted to see, Stitch's Great Escape. Going from Tomorrowland back toward Main Street, the other shoe had a meltdown as the right sole came loose and flapped uselessly.
Ran all over the place for six hours, past things I actually wanted to go on, but didn't have energy to argue about or backtrack for. I kept a smile on my face and didn't bitch at all (you guys are getting the brunt of it, sorry!), despite the lack of breakfast or lunch, which were supposedly part of the deal.
Came back to the motel whimpering, my feet hurt so bad. Both pinkie toes felt like there was ground glass in their ball joints. Had a sandwich and quantities of liquid and slept for five hours.
We all got up and drove down the strip for dinner at Checkers. Would've been nice if my feet hadn't hurt so much and if they hadn't noticed a stray cat by the building next door, which Mb had to get a couple burgers to feed. And standthere and coo to for a half hour. (I've mentioned I'm not a cat person, right? Shit like this is one of the reasons.)
Day Three: Today. Supposed to be Hollywood Studios, formerly MGM Studios. We all got up around 8, no hurrying. Went to the local Payless Shoes, where Ikilled my right thumbnail down to the quick and dropped $21 on a new pair of sneaks. Which really pisses me off, since $50 was all I had, period, I hadn't bought anything at all to that point, and now I've got these silly sneaks---!
So we got to the park, which I had no preconceived images of, and OMG, it's DECO!!! My inner architecture slut had a total Meg Ryan moment---which I couldn't really savor since I was chasing after them. I know I'm not in the greatest shape, but jeez---!
They went on Tower of Terror while I kept an eye on Jazz. They were both angsting over the fact that she hadn't pooped today and weren't happy about the little square of dirt that consituted the service dog relief area. SO was also annoyed by Mb's constant detours for cigarettes and pee breaks, she got mad at him (and apparently my slowness was also an issue)---the upshot being, we left maybe an hour after we got there.
From about 1PM, the tension in the room has been fraught. They were supposedly going to have "date night" tonight, go out and have seafood and leave me home with a pizza, which I was totally okay with. SO made some conciliatory noises, which Mb rebuffed.
What a clusterfuck! I'm more than a little perturbed with both of them; this is in NO WAY the vacation I was promised.
Hope your week's been going better than mine. Except for the weight loss---I totally own that!
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