Nana looked at me and said, He does this all the time.
I couldnt help but wonder why she doesnt put a stop to it.
We finally tore Bobo away from his new found friends and hit the road. The boys decided to finish the drive in their car, leaving DH and I alone to discuss the possibility of resuscitating a plan. We would be arriving sometime about 3, leaving ample time to head into a park for the evening. It was a good theory.
We have never flown to Disney. We are within a reasonable drive, so weve always packed the car full of stuff and headed down 95 and hooked a right at the cows to go west on I-4. Because weve always driven, Bobo let me continue to be the lead car in our mini-caravan. He assumed I knew where I was going. More importantly, Lola doesnt like WDW.
So as we pulled up to AKL, I rolled down the window to tell the security gentleman it was two cars checking in. One name. Two cars. One parking permit. Wed have to get another at the desk. No problem. I pulled ahead slowly, waiting to see if Bobo would graciously accept the wave ahead. He didnt. He stopped. Fortunately it was a brief stop, as I can only assume he was told to get another pass at the desk.
Pulling up to the resort is an exercise in sensory overload. Im a self-proclaimed plant dork, so I was looking at switch grasses and lantanas, while being swept off my feet by the smells of dinner
an obvious blend of spices and fire. Add to that the rhythmic pounding of African drums and I was ready to book in for life.
We pulled up to the front of the resort and handed off our stuff to bell services. There was no way we were going to be able to haul it all up to the room, so we just trusted our bell guy and drove off to park the cars.
I found a spot.
It was just a spot.
Im not one for finding the spot nearest the door. I dont mind the walk. Nor do I care to find one away from civilization. The pristine parking place that will insure no one come near my precious vehicle. Bobo? Hes all about the pristine. So DH and I were out of the car and waiting. The boys poured out of Bobos car, Nana came out, and we found ourselves standing around. We were talking about the resort, the ride down, what wed do that night. It occurred to me that we were standing there for a while. About ten minutes at that point. So, I turned to DH and said, Whats taking your dad so long? So Nana yelled over, Bobo, whats taking so long? No answer. DH walked over to discover that Bobos window would not roll back up.
He rolled it down as he approached security.
It would not go back up.
Hello Newton.
Up next: Will we EVER get to a park?