I left work early, headed home to pick up DH and luggage. With the airport shut down the previous two days due to snow, we were worried the airport was going to be crazy...It wasn't.
We were thru security quicker then we have ever been. So we get to our gate and my cell phone rings...the airline is kind enough to let us know that our flight has been delayed for an hour. *sigh* But wait...it gets worse...twinkies start appearing out of no where...and not the golden fluffy kind I adore...nope twinkies as in high school cheerleaders wearing matching clothes carrying matching duffle bags.
Yep...cheerleaders...or pom girls...or whatever heck they call themselves. I started counting the sheep...at least thirty of them. I give DH a panicked look...he pulled out his pharmacy...handed me a happy pill and then all was good in the world.
We finally board...ahead of the cheerleaders...thank goodness for SW early check-in...love it!!! We are always in like the third or fourth row. I never understand the people who board before us and then head to the back of the airplane. I am an accountant...I prefer the first in first out boarding method.
(forgive me, just a little accounting humor). Anyway, the cheerleaders were actually quiet. At least I think they were...the happy pill knocked me out as soon as I buckled my seat belt.
I thought the cheerleaders were going to be the bane of my existance but they weren't. Guess what is worse then a cheerleader on caffeine? A single middle aged man who thinks he has a chance with the hot girl who was stupid enough to sit next to him. *sigh* I was woken up from my peaceful slumber by Mr. Rico Suave and Miss Get-Me-Out-Of-Here sitting behind us. After listening to Rico unsuccessful hit on his seatmate for 10 minutes I begged DH for another happy pill. He just shook his head (he likes to follow the Dr.'s rules of only 1 every 12 hours...spoilsport).
Finally we deplaned, got our luggage, and headed to Magical Express. We usually get a rental car but since we would only be at the parks for two days we decided to give Magical Express a try.
Never Again. If we would have rented a car, we would have been to our hotel in less then an hour. 2 hours later we finally arrived at our hotel. Neither of us are patient people so sitting on a bus with a different group of cheerleaders was absolutely no fun. Especially when the driver dropped them off at their hotel, they all got off, and then back on because apparently the cheerleaders had their own check in place around the building and God forbid they walk.
Yep, next time we get a rental car...sometimes spending a little more money is necessary for keeping our sanity.
So we finally check in to the Beach Club. I'm tired, crabby, and even more crabby when there are no Bellmen to help us with our luggage at 1am. Yes between the two of us we have four suitcases. Usually we just have one each but cruising requires more clothing for dinners, excursions, etc.
I do perk up when I see our room. I love it.
That is until my $400 less-then-four-months-old camera quits working. At this point I think our vacation is doomed. I have never had a worse travel day then today. I resist the urge to cry and go to bed while husband researches possible camera issues on the internet.