RickinNYC
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So a couple of months ago, I took my first solo trip to Disney World. I figured that because Joe wasnt traveling with me this time, I could book the first flight out in the morning so I could get as much out of the day as possible. If Joe were coming along, hed have insisted that we get moving no earlier than 9am or so.
In any case, because my flight left JFK bright and early well, not so bright. The sun wasnt even up yet. But it was mighty early. Early enough that I had to wake up before most bartenders were getting home from work.
You would normally think someone who was on their way to a Disney vacation would fly out of bed, full of excitement, ready to face the day. You do? Well, thats you. I struggled to wake up that morning. I felt like someone slipped a ruffie in a glass of warm milk, right after I took two Tylenol PM with a Nyquil chaser. Yeesh, I was sleepy. So much so that had Joe not whacked me in the back of the head, Id likely have slept through the morning and missed my flight.
I dragged my sleepy butt out of bed and shuffled around the room trying to get my bearings. Moving through the bedroom like a drunken ninja, trying not to wake Joe any further and not stepping on Bills tail in the process, I staggered into the kitchen. Side note: Ever try to walk through a pitch black room and not step on a black dog in the process? Its nerve wracking. You do the put your foot out and poke around boogie. Ive stepped on him before and its not pretty. He screamed like a girl, my heart imploded and my body collapsed in a heap as he gnawed my foot. He has tasted human flesh and I think he likes it.
I started up the caffeine maker and headed for the shower. After getting ready and still not yet awake, I tiptoed into the bedroom to get dressed and do one final check that I had everything I needed. All while the lights were deep and dark and pitch black mind you. Im lucky I didnt end up at Disney with one black shoe and one brown. Ive done it before, in a fully lit room with the sun blazing through the windows.
After insuring all was well with the world, that I had my socks, underwear, t-shirts, shorts, jeans, flip flops, bathroom stuff (mustnt forget hair products!), books, and just about everything else in the apartment but Joe, I was ready to sit and relax and wait for the car to pick me up.
Still pretty sleepy and bleary eyed (takes a long, long time for this guy to wake up), I glanced back to the doorway of the bedroom to see if Joe finally decided to wake up and wish me a safe trip. Nope, nothin. But there I see Bill in the darkness of the bedroom, my faithful but bitter canine companion watching me with mild curiosity. Or hunger, not sure which.
Hes such a cute guy I feel compelled to go and give him a little attention and say a quiet goodbye in the process. I move towards the dark bedroom and lean down to give him a scratch behind his ear, his favorite spot. Bye Bill, Im gonna miss you boy, I whisper, giving him a gentle pat.
Strange, I thought. His fur feels kinda stiff and not very dog like. Bill must need a bath or something because his fur is kinda rough and stiff. I made a mental note to myself that I should call Joe when I got down to Florida and tell him to give the boy a bath. I scratched another second when I realized... what the... it wasnt Bill. I was bidding an affectionate and very fond farewell to my stupid black carry-on bag. I look over and theres the mutt, his eyes glowing in the dark, looking at me, his tail thumping as if to say, Hey stupid, Im over here. Got some cookies on ya?
Ever get embarrassed at yourself even when there is no one around to point their finger and laugh at you? That was me. Unfortunately, I thought I wasnt busted when I hear a snicker from the general direction of the bed. Did you just pet your bag goodbye? And CLICK the bedside lamp snaps on, with Joe laughing uproariously. My cheeks burning, I grabbed my carry on and went back into the living room. I couldnt help but get a chuckle out of it.
The car came, Bill and Joe said their proper goodbyes, I grabbed my things (including the carry on that I apparently am quite enamored with) and headed off to Disney World to visit with friends and have a great time.
In any case, because my flight left JFK bright and early well, not so bright. The sun wasnt even up yet. But it was mighty early. Early enough that I had to wake up before most bartenders were getting home from work.
You would normally think someone who was on their way to a Disney vacation would fly out of bed, full of excitement, ready to face the day. You do? Well, thats you. I struggled to wake up that morning. I felt like someone slipped a ruffie in a glass of warm milk, right after I took two Tylenol PM with a Nyquil chaser. Yeesh, I was sleepy. So much so that had Joe not whacked me in the back of the head, Id likely have slept through the morning and missed my flight.
I dragged my sleepy butt out of bed and shuffled around the room trying to get my bearings. Moving through the bedroom like a drunken ninja, trying not to wake Joe any further and not stepping on Bills tail in the process, I staggered into the kitchen. Side note: Ever try to walk through a pitch black room and not step on a black dog in the process? Its nerve wracking. You do the put your foot out and poke around boogie. Ive stepped on him before and its not pretty. He screamed like a girl, my heart imploded and my body collapsed in a heap as he gnawed my foot. He has tasted human flesh and I think he likes it.
I started up the caffeine maker and headed for the shower. After getting ready and still not yet awake, I tiptoed into the bedroom to get dressed and do one final check that I had everything I needed. All while the lights were deep and dark and pitch black mind you. Im lucky I didnt end up at Disney with one black shoe and one brown. Ive done it before, in a fully lit room with the sun blazing through the windows.
After insuring all was well with the world, that I had my socks, underwear, t-shirts, shorts, jeans, flip flops, bathroom stuff (mustnt forget hair products!), books, and just about everything else in the apartment but Joe, I was ready to sit and relax and wait for the car to pick me up.
Still pretty sleepy and bleary eyed (takes a long, long time for this guy to wake up), I glanced back to the doorway of the bedroom to see if Joe finally decided to wake up and wish me a safe trip. Nope, nothin. But there I see Bill in the darkness of the bedroom, my faithful but bitter canine companion watching me with mild curiosity. Or hunger, not sure which.
Hes such a cute guy I feel compelled to go and give him a little attention and say a quiet goodbye in the process. I move towards the dark bedroom and lean down to give him a scratch behind his ear, his favorite spot. Bye Bill, Im gonna miss you boy, I whisper, giving him a gentle pat.
Strange, I thought. His fur feels kinda stiff and not very dog like. Bill must need a bath or something because his fur is kinda rough and stiff. I made a mental note to myself that I should call Joe when I got down to Florida and tell him to give the boy a bath. I scratched another second when I realized... what the... it wasnt Bill. I was bidding an affectionate and very fond farewell to my stupid black carry-on bag. I look over and theres the mutt, his eyes glowing in the dark, looking at me, his tail thumping as if to say, Hey stupid, Im over here. Got some cookies on ya?
Ever get embarrassed at yourself even when there is no one around to point their finger and laugh at you? That was me. Unfortunately, I thought I wasnt busted when I hear a snicker from the general direction of the bed. Did you just pet your bag goodbye? And CLICK the bedside lamp snaps on, with Joe laughing uproariously. My cheeks burning, I grabbed my carry on and went back into the living room. I couldnt help but get a chuckle out of it.
The car came, Bill and Joe said their proper goodbyes, I grabbed my things (including the carry on that I apparently am quite enamored with) and headed off to Disney World to visit with friends and have a great time.
