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I roll over and say "I KNOW that phone isn't ringing." It's 9am, I didn't go to sleep til 6. I know that the phone is not ringing. Mercifully, it stops, but my head continues to ring for a few seconds.
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Now Clint's cell phone is ringing across the room. I have a flash of terror when I remember it's our anniversary, and a bookie has tracked us down because he's furious about losing all that money today from all the bets placed after our wedding, now that we've lasted a year. Clint looks at the caller ID. "Matt Cell" At this point, I'm relieved, but also furious. Clint hits answer and says, "You better be bleeding or having chest pain or need some sort of medical attention."
We finally get three more hours of sleep, and the phone rings again.. It's Eric, returning to the world of the living. Then he starts talking about how Matt managed to wake him at noon so they could go to TGI Fridays and watch the Michigan game, Eric crawled into the tub and was sitting there with a washcloth over his head when Matt came to the door, saying that the game was going to start in ten minutes and he didn't want to miss kickoff, so he had called a cab and WAS LEAVING. So Eric is sitting at the Sand Lake Days Inn, and Matt totally dipped on him. Visions of the day lounging in bed with my husband flew out the window, and I said, "We'll be there in thirty minutes."
When we knock on the door, Eric greets us looking like a refugee, shell-shocked by the ravages of war. We bundle him in the car, and head back down International Drive looking for somewhere to eat. Clint decides he wants a salad. So we spy the Ponderosa and it's "Grand Buffet" on the right. As soon as we have a seat, I realize our error. There is a KMart empty somewhere, because they're all here. There are more mullet men in Nascar tanktops, women in swimsuit tops and shorts (NO teeshirts), dirty kids with rat-tails, and "Badshoes" in here than at a tractor pull in Cloverdale, Alabama. I used to wait tables, and I recognize these people. They will pile TONS of food from the buffet on twelve different platters, take it to the table and eat family style, eat nine baskets of rolls, drink eight pitchers of coke, complain because there's no crablegs on the buffet, and leave the server a dollar because "it's a buffet, and we served ourselves." We cower in our booth while a fistfight almost breaks out at the next table over the last chicken drummette, and pray for our food to arrive. FYI. If you're looking for good food, go elsewhere. If you want dinner theater, come here. Again.. Eric in his infinite wisdom, ordered shrimp scampi. At Ponderosa. After one bite he resigns himself to jello from the dessert bar, and we have to swing through McDonald's on the way back and get him a hamburger. So, for those of you who mock me because I don't have children...think again..I have had three with me on this trip so far. We put the "fun" back in "dysfunctional."
Today was a "no park" day, so we relaxed by the pool. It was sunny, warm, and a breeze blowing, perfect for lounging. We comandeered a shady spot, ordered $9 strawberry daquiris, and spent the afternoon discussing Matt and what a doodie-head he was for leaving Eric in the tub this morning. Not exactly the day I had in mind, but we're having fun. Eric and I took a couple of spins on the fabulous waterslide at the Hard Rock Pool, and convinced Clint to do the same. After frolicking a bit, we return to our spots, stretch out and are just about asleep when...
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It's Matt. He wants to know if one of us can come and get him? The friend he was watching the game with left at halftime, and he doesn't have a ride. Eric is like, "Dude! Get a cab!" He hems and haws and says that cabs are so expensive and he doesn't have a lot of money. So we suggest he get a cab at least back to their hotel, and we'll get him from there. Again, he says he is short on money, so with a sigh, Clint and Eric get up, and head to get him. Clint will drop them off at their hotel, come back, get ready, and take me to dinner before we go to the House of Blues tonight. So here I am, alone at the pool. Before you brand my husband an insensitive lout, his generous heart is one of the things I love most about him. He would do anything he could to help someone out, but often that leaves ME in the lurch. I pack up my bag, stop by the front desk and hear that my package is still not here, and shuffle back to the room.
I'm in the room getting ready when he returns. He has a look of righteous indignation on his face. "REMIND ME TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING TONIGHT." I pester him to tell me, but he says I'll have to wait and see. We drive around looking for a Mexican restaurant and eat at Don Pablo's up near Pointe Orlando. We eat until we are stuffed, and even get dessert. We didn't exchange anniversary presents so to speak, since his is lost in the UPS shuffle and mine got delivered a day early. We are also in the process of building a 2900 square foot house, so presents around our house are "Hey, honey, happy Veterans Day! I got you switchplate covers!"
We enjoyed our dinner immensely, and it was very reasonably priced too...and afterward, waddled back to the car to go change clothes. By this time it's 9:30pm, and Clint wants to head down to Downtown Disney so he can browse at the Virgin Megastore before going to HOB. So we head to pick up Harry and Lloyd. When we get to the Days Inn, Clint says, "Look to your right. See that tall sign for that shopping center?" I see a tall concrete tower looking thing about 1/4 mile away. "See the second sign on it?" I don't even have to squint to read "TGI Fridays." Matt could have WALKED ON HIS HANDS to get to and from there today, it is so close, and he not only left Eric this morning, but cut MY day short to get a ride. I feel my anger rising, so I take a couple of deep breaths, and chant my mantra: They are leaving tomorrow, they are leaving tomorrow, they are leaving tomorrow.
We get to DTD, and my boys are like kids in a candy store at Virgin. They are plowing through racks of vinyl like it's Christmas morning, gleefully shouting when they find something, playing the turntables, it's funny to see them. I let them have their fun, and we close the store down. We walk outside and join the throngs of people headed to House of Blues. Eric, Clint, and I get in the regular line with the rest of the peons, while Matt steps up and tells the bouncer, "I'm on the list." "THE LIST" is being kept at a separate line by a couple of girls. So Matt heads over there, and we see him talking, they look at their notebook, shake their head, they talk again, they flip pages, they talk again, they keep shaking their head, he looks at the list, points to something on it, and he takes his ID out. They take his money, and wave him in. He doesn't even LOOK back to where we are. Eric says, "That punk was supposed to have us on there too! And he didn't even ask!" So Eric marches over to the girls, and engages them in conversation. They shake their heads, point to the list, and Eric BURSTS out laughing. He laughs until he cries, and comes and gets back in line with us. "It says 'Some guy from Alabama' on there! Not Matt, not Matt D, but SOME GUY FROM ALABAMA!!" he manages to choke out between guffaws. All night last night and all day today, Matt had rubbed it in about how Jimmy was the coolest, and how great tonight was going to be, and how he was on "the list." Talk about a reality check! I make them promise not to say anything to him, because it's never cool to rejoice in others' misfortune. Yeah, right. They walk in yelling, "We are looking for some guy from Alabama!" Matt tries to laugh it off, but I can tell he's upset.
This was the most fun we've had all week. The music was unbelievable, the light show was awesome, the crowd was beautiful, etc. Everyone was so into the music and the DJ was so great, we're all walking around grinning ear to ear. And, the place is non-smoking, I fully appreciated the fact that I could party without the fear of getting burned by a wayward ash and that I wouldn't reek when I got home. Clint kept looking at me and saying, "I feel so bad because it's our anniversary and we're here at a club." I didn't! We were having so much fun! I told him that this was perfect, because it's something we like to do together, we enjoy good music, we love to dance, where else would we be? If we were sitting at the room, we'd be watching Elimidate right now.. Thankfully, Matt and Eric stayed down on the floor in front of the stage, and we found a cozy little booth upstairs...snuggled together, and enjoyed ourselves immensely. We ended up downstairs by the stage for the last thirty minutes of the night, dancing and jumping around like fools, all of us.
We dropped Harry and Lloyd off for the last time at the world famous Tiki Hut Days Inn, they were flying out at 7:20am. After looking at our watches and seeing that it was already 3:45am, they wisely decided to go ahead and stay up and pack, calling a cab at 5:00 so they could be at the airport by 6am. I would hate to be them tomorrow afternoon! At least we've got three more days!
Clint and I decided that we didn't want to be cooped up in the room, and wanted to roam free. We walked through the pool area, praying for security to not come and boot us out and headed for the boat dock so we could sit on the benches and watch the water. To make a long story short, we wandered around those trails behind the hotel for 20 and NEVER found the boat dock. We finally gave up and sat down on a bench with a lovely view of the backside of Citywalk...There, with the hum of generators in our heads, I realized that even the most horrible day was absolutely perfect with this beautiful man at my side, and even the worst times are tolerable as long as we're together, and even the great times aren't even that great if he's not here to share them with me.
RING RING RING RING
I roll over and say "I KNOW that phone isn't ringing." It's 9am, I didn't go to sleep til 6. I know that the phone is not ringing. Mercifully, it stops, but my head continues to ring for a few seconds.
RINGringringringRINGringring
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Now Clint's cell phone is ringing across the room. I have a flash of terror when I remember it's our anniversary, and a bookie has tracked us down because he's furious about losing all that money today from all the bets placed after our wedding, now that we've lasted a year. Clint looks at the caller ID. "Matt Cell" At this point, I'm relieved, but also furious. Clint hits answer and says, "You better be bleeding or having chest pain or need some sort of medical attention."
We finally get three more hours of sleep, and the phone rings again.. It's Eric, returning to the world of the living. Then he starts talking about how Matt managed to wake him at noon so they could go to TGI Fridays and watch the Michigan game, Eric crawled into the tub and was sitting there with a washcloth over his head when Matt came to the door, saying that the game was going to start in ten minutes and he didn't want to miss kickoff, so he had called a cab and WAS LEAVING. So Eric is sitting at the Sand Lake Days Inn, and Matt totally dipped on him. Visions of the day lounging in bed with my husband flew out the window, and I said, "We'll be there in thirty minutes."
When we knock on the door, Eric greets us looking like a refugee, shell-shocked by the ravages of war. We bundle him in the car, and head back down International Drive looking for somewhere to eat. Clint decides he wants a salad. So we spy the Ponderosa and it's "Grand Buffet" on the right. As soon as we have a seat, I realize our error. There is a KMart empty somewhere, because they're all here. There are more mullet men in Nascar tanktops, women in swimsuit tops and shorts (NO teeshirts), dirty kids with rat-tails, and "Badshoes" in here than at a tractor pull in Cloverdale, Alabama. I used to wait tables, and I recognize these people. They will pile TONS of food from the buffet on twelve different platters, take it to the table and eat family style, eat nine baskets of rolls, drink eight pitchers of coke, complain because there's no crablegs on the buffet, and leave the server a dollar because "it's a buffet, and we served ourselves." We cower in our booth while a fistfight almost breaks out at the next table over the last chicken drummette, and pray for our food to arrive. FYI. If you're looking for good food, go elsewhere. If you want dinner theater, come here. Again.. Eric in his infinite wisdom, ordered shrimp scampi. At Ponderosa. After one bite he resigns himself to jello from the dessert bar, and we have to swing through McDonald's on the way back and get him a hamburger. So, for those of you who mock me because I don't have children...think again..I have had three with me on this trip so far. We put the "fun" back in "dysfunctional."
Today was a "no park" day, so we relaxed by the pool. It was sunny, warm, and a breeze blowing, perfect for lounging. We comandeered a shady spot, ordered $9 strawberry daquiris, and spent the afternoon discussing Matt and what a doodie-head he was for leaving Eric in the tub this morning. Not exactly the day I had in mind, but we're having fun. Eric and I took a couple of spins on the fabulous waterslide at the Hard Rock Pool, and convinced Clint to do the same. After frolicking a bit, we return to our spots, stretch out and are just about asleep when...
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It's Matt. He wants to know if one of us can come and get him? The friend he was watching the game with left at halftime, and he doesn't have a ride. Eric is like, "Dude! Get a cab!" He hems and haws and says that cabs are so expensive and he doesn't have a lot of money. So we suggest he get a cab at least back to their hotel, and we'll get him from there. Again, he says he is short on money, so with a sigh, Clint and Eric get up, and head to get him. Clint will drop them off at their hotel, come back, get ready, and take me to dinner before we go to the House of Blues tonight. So here I am, alone at the pool. Before you brand my husband an insensitive lout, his generous heart is one of the things I love most about him. He would do anything he could to help someone out, but often that leaves ME in the lurch. I pack up my bag, stop by the front desk and hear that my package is still not here, and shuffle back to the room.
I'm in the room getting ready when he returns. He has a look of righteous indignation on his face. "REMIND ME TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING TONIGHT." I pester him to tell me, but he says I'll have to wait and see. We drive around looking for a Mexican restaurant and eat at Don Pablo's up near Pointe Orlando. We eat until we are stuffed, and even get dessert. We didn't exchange anniversary presents so to speak, since his is lost in the UPS shuffle and mine got delivered a day early. We are also in the process of building a 2900 square foot house, so presents around our house are "Hey, honey, happy Veterans Day! I got you switchplate covers!"
We enjoyed our dinner immensely, and it was very reasonably priced too...and afterward, waddled back to the car to go change clothes. By this time it's 9:30pm, and Clint wants to head down to Downtown Disney so he can browse at the Virgin Megastore before going to HOB. So we head to pick up Harry and Lloyd. When we get to the Days Inn, Clint says, "Look to your right. See that tall sign for that shopping center?" I see a tall concrete tower looking thing about 1/4 mile away. "See the second sign on it?" I don't even have to squint to read "TGI Fridays." Matt could have WALKED ON HIS HANDS to get to and from there today, it is so close, and he not only left Eric this morning, but cut MY day short to get a ride. I feel my anger rising, so I take a couple of deep breaths, and chant my mantra: They are leaving tomorrow, they are leaving tomorrow, they are leaving tomorrow.
We get to DTD, and my boys are like kids in a candy store at Virgin. They are plowing through racks of vinyl like it's Christmas morning, gleefully shouting when they find something, playing the turntables, it's funny to see them. I let them have their fun, and we close the store down. We walk outside and join the throngs of people headed to House of Blues. Eric, Clint, and I get in the regular line with the rest of the peons, while Matt steps up and tells the bouncer, "I'm on the list." "THE LIST" is being kept at a separate line by a couple of girls. So Matt heads over there, and we see him talking, they look at their notebook, shake their head, they talk again, they flip pages, they talk again, they keep shaking their head, he looks at the list, points to something on it, and he takes his ID out. They take his money, and wave him in. He doesn't even LOOK back to where we are. Eric says, "That punk was supposed to have us on there too! And he didn't even ask!" So Eric marches over to the girls, and engages them in conversation. They shake their heads, point to the list, and Eric BURSTS out laughing. He laughs until he cries, and comes and gets back in line with us. "It says 'Some guy from Alabama' on there! Not Matt, not Matt D, but SOME GUY FROM ALABAMA!!" he manages to choke out between guffaws. All night last night and all day today, Matt had rubbed it in about how Jimmy was the coolest, and how great tonight was going to be, and how he was on "the list." Talk about a reality check! I make them promise not to say anything to him, because it's never cool to rejoice in others' misfortune. Yeah, right. They walk in yelling, "We are looking for some guy from Alabama!" Matt tries to laugh it off, but I can tell he's upset.
This was the most fun we've had all week. The music was unbelievable, the light show was awesome, the crowd was beautiful, etc. Everyone was so into the music and the DJ was so great, we're all walking around grinning ear to ear. And, the place is non-smoking, I fully appreciated the fact that I could party without the fear of getting burned by a wayward ash and that I wouldn't reek when I got home. Clint kept looking at me and saying, "I feel so bad because it's our anniversary and we're here at a club." I didn't! We were having so much fun! I told him that this was perfect, because it's something we like to do together, we enjoy good music, we love to dance, where else would we be? If we were sitting at the room, we'd be watching Elimidate right now.. Thankfully, Matt and Eric stayed down on the floor in front of the stage, and we found a cozy little booth upstairs...snuggled together, and enjoyed ourselves immensely. We ended up downstairs by the stage for the last thirty minutes of the night, dancing and jumping around like fools, all of us.
We dropped Harry and Lloyd off for the last time at the world famous Tiki Hut Days Inn, they were flying out at 7:20am. After looking at our watches and seeing that it was already 3:45am, they wisely decided to go ahead and stay up and pack, calling a cab at 5:00 so they could be at the airport by 6am. I would hate to be them tomorrow afternoon! At least we've got three more days!
Clint and I decided that we didn't want to be cooped up in the room, and wanted to roam free. We walked through the pool area, praying for security to not come and boot us out and headed for the boat dock so we could sit on the benches and watch the water. To make a long story short, we wandered around those trails behind the hotel for 20 and NEVER found the boat dock. We finally gave up and sat down on a bench with a lovely view of the backside of Citywalk...There, with the hum of generators in our heads, I realized that even the most horrible day was absolutely perfect with this beautiful man at my side, and even the worst times are tolerable as long as we're together, and even the great times aren't even that great if he's not here to share them with me.
Meds shouldnt be shared regardless what your profile says.
I guess you would think it was ok for your child to borrow meds from their friends.
