Just our luck.
We couldn't get on a flight to DC because of that space available / non-rev / former employee thing I told you about ... So we had to make a quick decision. Deb got on the computer and found a flight from Jacksonville that we might be able to make ... So we jumped in our car and drove from Charleston.
"OH ... S##t!!! (translated .. Ooops)" said Debbie. Not a good sign when I hear that. "Jacksonville has about 39 paid stand-by passengers. Not gonna work. Let's try Orlando."
"Orlando is 7 hours away." I said calmly.
Debbie spouted out 15 more remote cities and I had enough.
We were now 3 hours into the drive when Alissa, who we were going to visit, called and asked where we were. I told her that we might be able to drive to South Dakota and get to DC sometime in 2012.
"Dad ... let's try another weekend."
"Lissa ... you are so much smarter than me."
"So ... what do you want to do Deb?" I knew that was a mistake. Deb had a brilliant idea. Her favorite place in the world was just a few hours away ... Disney World. That's right. Debbie is a Disney Savant. She is all things Disney, including ... I found out ... what time the monorails depart and every stop they make. This is the woman who ... despite the fact that she didn't have children... knows it better than any 5 year old.
So I called the Disney Chick who handles the reservations ... sorry, she is called a cast member ... and she said they have a room available at the Contemporary Hotel.
"Wow ...", Deb said."I love that place. That's where I used to stay."
Okay ... the Contemporary was the FIRST hotel in Disney World ... that was 40 years ago. It's as old as Mickey almost ... but I said okay ... fine. We might have just enough money to stay there. We did.
They put us in the "extension". That's the place where every child under two and in need of an on-site laundramat stays. The heat from the dryers creates a rain forest throughout the whole facility. And the monorail COMES RIGHT THROUGH OUR ROOM.
Tonight was the final straw. Debbie insisted on having those stupid Mouse ears ... she tried begging, stamping her feet and even tears. I was adamant about this.
I told her absolutely NOT.
I spent our last few bucks on a great hat that was a perfect fit for me.
She is SUCH a child.