MagiKitty
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Oh goodness, you need to move fast on here. A few days and bumped to page 2 already! Thanks so much for the encouragement, dear readers. It really means so much to me.
Time: Saturday, November 10. 8am
Finally! Departure day! I had spent the days leading up to this prepping: paying bills, getting supplies for the pets, packing, packing, and repacking. I tried to get all my stuff into one bag, fully knowing that I'd probably return with two. I packed a spare duffle in that case.
I had decided to go with JetBlue this trip. Ordinarily, I try to fly US Airways for the mileage, but their fares were way expensive. That narrowed it down to JetBlue and AirTran. JetBlue was $10 more, but non-stop, and surely I could spend $10 during a layover in Atlanta if I took AirTran! I checked my flights, everything was on schedule. My Thifty reservation was still valid, no increase in price. Good, good, good.
I woke up bright-eyed and bushy tailed. And what do I see?
Holy patootie! Where did all that come from? We had gotten nearly three inches on snow overnight.
Here's my cat trying to figure it out:
He looked like I felt. While overjoyed to be getting out of the snowbelt, that meant I had to leave earlier than planned for the airport. While 45 minutes away, its all two lane road, and who knows what condition that was in?
Made it to the airport ok, marvelling at the beautiful snow conditions, even happier that I didn't have to drive in it for the next week. We hadn't gotten snow this early in the year since I was a kid.
When I got to the airport, apparently it was cruise season. Lots of multi-generational families in bad hawaiian shirts and flip flops. I scurried to the JetBlue check in kiosk ahead of a particularly argumentative family. Checked in no problem and went to wait for my flight to be called.
I hadn't used JetBlue before so I was unfamiliar with the relaxed attitude of it all. I fly to Asia often, and the approach to service on trans-pacific flights are reserved and respectful. JetBlue was like a party bus. My flight was quite empty, and I had the three seats on my side all to myself. I was offered a variety of snacks, and encouraged to take as much as I wanted. I enjoyed the DirecTv and went over my paperwork for the rental car and hotel.
Arrived in the glorious sunny world of Orlando earlier than expected! Practically ran to baggage claim, where Jeremy was already waiting. His flight had gotten in an hour earlier. He, of course, had a single bag that I couldn't fit my toiletries in. Or rather, OUR toiletries. He just brings his razor and a toothbrush, entrusting me to bring everything else, which I would do anyway.
Got my bag and found our way to the rental shuttles downstairs. Found where to wait for the Thrifty bus, and there was one already waiting, but nearly full. We decided to wait for the next one. It was twilight, the Orlando skies turning dusky pink, but still amazingly warm. It was so good to be outside in a tee shirt in November!
Second Thrifty bus arrived and we took the quick jaunt over. I had signed up for their elite club, Blue Chip, a few months ago, so I went to the Blue Chip counter to get my rental information. I had reserved something called a Wild Card, and NOW I was getting nervous. What if I got a lemon? The last one picked in the bunch? Some horrible puke green contraption with no radio or air conditioning? The lady was kind and informed me that a Commander was available. I really had no idea what she meant. A military man was coming? Was I in trouble? Had they figured out that I wasn't really an elite renter, just pretending to be one?
No, she said, a Jeep commander. Oh yeah, feigning vast car knowledge. Ok, so I understood it was a car, but still had no idea what that meant. I supposed as long as it ran and the windows rolled down, it would be fine. I could claim my car in slot 254, around the back of the building.
Jeremy and I schlepped behind the building and looked for the car. Only it wasn't a car, it was a tank! I doubled checked my reservation, this was it, according to the license plate. All of this for $100 a week?!
Jeremy worried if I could drive it. Of course! I had driven my brother's Expedition plenty of times. We just had to avoid going in reverse and it would be fine.
This was a cool car, and I know the employees at the lot were appraising if I could get out of the parking space without incident. It took some adjustments of the seat and the mirrors, but I got it. And off we went to find our hotel. I could tell I had won that admiration of the guys there. I could handle the big car.
As long as we didn't go in reverse.
Time: Saturday, November 10. 8am
Finally! Departure day! I had spent the days leading up to this prepping: paying bills, getting supplies for the pets, packing, packing, and repacking. I tried to get all my stuff into one bag, fully knowing that I'd probably return with two. I packed a spare duffle in that case.
I had decided to go with JetBlue this trip. Ordinarily, I try to fly US Airways for the mileage, but their fares were way expensive. That narrowed it down to JetBlue and AirTran. JetBlue was $10 more, but non-stop, and surely I could spend $10 during a layover in Atlanta if I took AirTran! I checked my flights, everything was on schedule. My Thifty reservation was still valid, no increase in price. Good, good, good.
I woke up bright-eyed and bushy tailed. And what do I see?
Holy patootie! Where did all that come from? We had gotten nearly three inches on snow overnight.
Here's my cat trying to figure it out:
He looked like I felt. While overjoyed to be getting out of the snowbelt, that meant I had to leave earlier than planned for the airport. While 45 minutes away, its all two lane road, and who knows what condition that was in?
Made it to the airport ok, marvelling at the beautiful snow conditions, even happier that I didn't have to drive in it for the next week. We hadn't gotten snow this early in the year since I was a kid.
When I got to the airport, apparently it was cruise season. Lots of multi-generational families in bad hawaiian shirts and flip flops. I scurried to the JetBlue check in kiosk ahead of a particularly argumentative family. Checked in no problem and went to wait for my flight to be called.
I hadn't used JetBlue before so I was unfamiliar with the relaxed attitude of it all. I fly to Asia often, and the approach to service on trans-pacific flights are reserved and respectful. JetBlue was like a party bus. My flight was quite empty, and I had the three seats on my side all to myself. I was offered a variety of snacks, and encouraged to take as much as I wanted. I enjoyed the DirecTv and went over my paperwork for the rental car and hotel.
Arrived in the glorious sunny world of Orlando earlier than expected! Practically ran to baggage claim, where Jeremy was already waiting. His flight had gotten in an hour earlier. He, of course, had a single bag that I couldn't fit my toiletries in. Or rather, OUR toiletries. He just brings his razor and a toothbrush, entrusting me to bring everything else, which I would do anyway.
Got my bag and found our way to the rental shuttles downstairs. Found where to wait for the Thrifty bus, and there was one already waiting, but nearly full. We decided to wait for the next one. It was twilight, the Orlando skies turning dusky pink, but still amazingly warm. It was so good to be outside in a tee shirt in November!
Second Thrifty bus arrived and we took the quick jaunt over. I had signed up for their elite club, Blue Chip, a few months ago, so I went to the Blue Chip counter to get my rental information. I had reserved something called a Wild Card, and NOW I was getting nervous. What if I got a lemon? The last one picked in the bunch? Some horrible puke green contraption with no radio or air conditioning? The lady was kind and informed me that a Commander was available. I really had no idea what she meant. A military man was coming? Was I in trouble? Had they figured out that I wasn't really an elite renter, just pretending to be one?
No, she said, a Jeep commander. Oh yeah, feigning vast car knowledge. Ok, so I understood it was a car, but still had no idea what that meant. I supposed as long as it ran and the windows rolled down, it would be fine. I could claim my car in slot 254, around the back of the building.
Jeremy and I schlepped behind the building and looked for the car. Only it wasn't a car, it was a tank! I doubled checked my reservation, this was it, according to the license plate. All of this for $100 a week?!
Jeremy worried if I could drive it. Of course! I had driven my brother's Expedition plenty of times. We just had to avoid going in reverse and it would be fine.
This was a cool car, and I know the employees at the lot were appraising if I could get out of the parking space without incident. It took some adjustments of the seat and the mirrors, but I got it. And off we went to find our hotel. I could tell I had won that admiration of the guys there. I could handle the big car.
As long as we didn't go in reverse.

That sounds like something I would do. Just ask my family. I knew I liked you.
Drive that tank. Just dont' back up.
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I wanna see, I wanna see
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Oops, I forgot to take pictures of the darn place. I should have, just to prove that Liki Tiki wasn't a dump like some people said. I'll just have to do it next time.

Cant wait to read more!
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