GoofyIsAsGoofyDoes
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And there is much rejoicing.
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
And there is much rejoicing.
One thing you should know about me: I am terrible at keeping secrets.
This is not helped by the fact that Julie is a world-class mind reader.
By 7:00 a.m., everyone’s ready to go, the last bags are packed, goodbyes have been said, and the gas tank is full. We wave to our friends one last time and roll down the driveway.
We drive a total of 1 mile.
The Pawleys Island Bakery is emitting its siren call once again. If you’re going to be stuck in the van for 8 hours plus, you might as well start the trip with a gooey cinnamon roll as big as Princess Leia’s head.
Originally, we had planned to pretend that vacation was over and we were heading home, but we goofed.
Ok, fine. I goofed.
Sarah had asked how long our vacation would be, and we told her the truth: 2 weeks. Being ahead of her class in math skills, she quickly deduced that only one week had passed at the beach.
We tell them, “We’re going to make a couple of stops on the way back home.” This time, they notice we’re heading south.
Anyway, the new (to us) van came with a DVD player, but not the remote control for the unit. The sound is played on an FM radio frequency and can be changed to any of 5 stations--if you have the remote control. Since we don’t, we’re stuck with only one station that can play the movie audio, and when you get near large cities, we usually lose the sound in static.
We reach the Georgia border somewhere around 10:30 a.m. We make the announcement to the kids that they’ve completed the East Coast. And there is much rejoicing.
Dave says, “I knew it!” I tell them that it seemed silly to be so close to Georgia and not pick up a new state for them. Dave now thinks we’re headed for Atlanta. We say nothing.
Georgia is wonderful for driving--it widens out to 3 lanes in each direction as soon as you hit the state line. This allows drivers to really open it up for clear sailing--or so I’ve heard.Occasionally, other sights catch our eye as well. Or maybe we're just bored.
The Incredibles defeat Syndrome (spoiler warning)…
We continue on our way. It’s getting close to lunchtime. We decide to stop at a Chick-Fil-A in Kingsland, GA.
When we’d left for Pawleys a week earlier, I’d worn a Myrtle Beach t-shirt as a clue to our destination to see if the kids would pick up on it. They didn’t, and I had fun pointing it out later.
On this day, I’m wearing my Expedition Everest t-shirt. Julie is wearing Mickey earrings.
The kids don’t notice.
Bellies full and cows happy, we hit the road again.
But I still worry about how to explain the “Welcome To Florida” sign we’re about to pass. But the kids extend a lifeline:
“Can we watch another movie?”
Sure! With lightning speed, Julie has them load up Phineas & Ferb and the 2nd Dimension. They enter a brand new reality. We enter Florida.
“I see a stadium!” Uh oh. “Is that where the Falcons play?”
“No,” I answer.
“Is it the University of Georgia?” Dave asks.
“No,” I answer, cringing for the next guess. But it never comes. The kids drop the interrogation and go back to the movie.
The kids have pulled out their Nintendo DS’s and are entranced by various Lego games as we pass through Daytona. We hit the exit for I-4 (big signs for Orlando). As we make the turn, we pass 3 GINORMOUS BILLBOARDS PROCLAIMING Star Tours at Disney’s Hollywood Studios, Soarin’ at Epcot, and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal’s Islands of Adventure. Julie and I exchange another look, and hold our breath. I may or may not have given the van some extra gas.
The kids don’t notice.
20 miles to go, and disaster strikes: Dave’s battery on his DS runs out. He shuts it off and watches the other 2 play their games. But every so often, he looks up and gets his bearings.
And then, a sentence we didn’t want to hear:
“Hey Sarah, look! Harry Potter World!” Dave has spotted a billboard.
Sarah: “Stop bothering me, I’m trying to play this game.”
The only sounds from the back seat are the Lego games, only slightly less repetitive than It’s A Small World.
We keep driving. Now, we’re getting regular updates as Dave sees more and more billboards. “Hey, look! Epcot!” “Hey, look! Donald Duck!” “Hey, look! Mission: Space!”
Finally, the question comes: “Why are there so many Disney billboards?”
I speak up first. “It’s a really major highway. So they want to do a lot of advertising here.” But it’s Julie that comes up with the brilliant clincher:
“It’s a lot like South of the Border. Remember all those billboards they had for miles? They’re just trying to attract people to go.” That seems to satisfy him.
Scotty and Sarah keep playing their games. I bite my tongue and Julie swallows. We’re under 10 miles to go. Almost to the gates. Wouldn’t it be great if we could just...
I see brake lights activating on all of the cars in front of me.
Now there’s a new complication. Someone up ahead tried to change lanes (because changing lanes always helps in a traffic jam, right?) and stalled in the middle of both lanes.
After a 20-minute delay, we’re moving again.
Dave, fully alert now, reads the first one: “Epcot. Downtown Disney.”
That’s all he says. We fly past, and we hear an audible sigh from the back seat.
“Awww...We’re not going to Epcot.”
God bless him. He’s got all of the pieces to the puzzle bouncing around in his brain, but hasn’t quite matched up the jigs and the saws.
“Kids, turn the games off. I have something to tell you,” I say. They listen to their father, obey, and turn their--
Wait a minute, let me soak this one in for a second.
They LISTEN TO THEIR FATHER, OBEY, AND TURN THEIR GAMES OFF. I’m not sure this has ever happened so quickly before. In fact, it happened too quickly. It’s a bit farther to the Disney gates than I realized, and they’re not in sight yet. So I have to stall.
Darth announces that I have to keep right. I use that to stall a bit. “Hang on, Darth Vader keeps talking to me,” I say.
Finally, we are on the homestretch. Sarah wants to know what was so important that she couldn’t play her DS.
I tell them we’ve actually been in Florida for about 3 hours. And we’re really close to our final destination.
“Are we going to Disney World?” Sarah asks. I pause. Still can’t see the gates. How long is this @#$% entrance road, anyway?
They suddenly yell that they see a sign for Disney World. It’s not the official gate, so I play dumb. I ask if they can confirm that. Finally, we see the glorious site of the welcome gate.
“It says...Disney World,” Dave says.
“What was that?” Julie asks.
“IT SAYS DISNEY WORLD!” Sarah shouts.
Yes, but to be fair, "Waffle House" and "Star Wars: The Musical" were pretty easy guesses.Once I told her simply to keep a date open, and she proceeded to guess the exact restaurant and show we’d be going to. I don’t know how she does it.
You could have ran this time.We drive a total of 1 mile.
Or a dozen deviled eggs and crock of baked beans. Especially if you're in the driver's seat and can press that little "window lock" button.If you’re going to be stuck in the van for 8 hours plus, you might as well start the trip with a gooey cinnamon roll as big as Princess Leia’s head.
At least they have their geography down!We tell them, “We’re going to make a couple of stops on the way back home.” This time, they notice we’re heading south.
I bet with your new van and Darth's directions, you can make the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs.Darth Vader says this is the fastest way, and we have learned to trust our ol’ buddy Darth.
More importantly, you're on a mission from the Mouse.We’re on a mission from God. Ok, maybe that’s over-the-top.
Umm...I think you're supposed to put the spoiler warning before the spoiler. Bruce Willis taught me that in the Sixth Sense when he was dead all along. (Spoiler Warning)The Incredibles defeat Syndrome (spoiler warning)
Did you call the right number? You need to call the red phone on his desk.DisneyFed does not answer his phone. I guess it’s possible he has already taken steps to block my number. I leave a message for him.
At what point does your mood change from "whoo-hoo! We're really keeping this secret good!" to "holy crap, these kids don't notice anything, do they?"On this day, I’m wearing my Expedition Everest t-shirt. Julie is wearing Mickey earrings.
The kids don’t notice.
Dude, it's Phineas and Ferb: Across the 2nd Dimension. Don't make me take away your honorary O.W.C.A. membership card.Sure! With lightning speed, Julie has them load up Phineas & Ferb and the 2nd Dimension. They enter a brand new reality.
Note to self: If you ever kidnap Mark's kids, save money by not buying a gunny sack to throw over their heads. Just put a movie on.We keep driving. Now we’re passing the St. Augustine area. David and I have been here before--we went to the Players Championship golf tournament in 2011 near Jacksonville and stayed in St. Augustine. As we drive, we pass a huge billboard showing the iconic island-green 17th hole at that golf course. Dave, watching the movie, doesn’t see it.
Please keep your seatbelt fastened throughout out journey. Keep heads, arms and legs inside the vehicle. And please do not bounce off the walls. It interferes with the guidance system.Julie and I are practically bouncing off the walls now.
NOS?I may or may not have given the van some extra gas.
Saved by the "pesky little brother defense" Nice move.Sarah: “Stop bothering me, I’m trying to play this game.”
I was about to commend Julie for stepping in to save the day, but comparing Disney to South of the Boarder? Heresy!“It’s a lot like South of the Border. Remember all those billboards they had for miles? They’re just trying to attract people to go.”
Maybe there's a highway sign in Delaware that reads "Epcot. Downtown Disney" and he's just so used to seeing it and not taking it. I got nuthin.Dave, fully alert now, reads the first one: “Epcot. Downtown Disney.”
That’s all he says. We fly past, and we hear an audible sigh from the back seat.
“Awww...We’re not going to Epcot.”
God bless him. He’s got all of the pieces to the puzzle bouncing around in his brain, but hasn’t quite matched up the jigs and the saws.
Wait a minute, let me soak this one in for a second.
They LISTEN TO THEIR FATHER, OBEY, AND TURN THEIR GAMES OFF. I’m not sure this has ever happened so quickly before.
Yes, please tell us! I can't stand the suspense!Coming Up Next: Hey, where are we staying, anyway?
My favorite part is where Sarah discovers that she's been duped, puts her had on her hip and contemplates jumping into the front seat to pummel you with a tire iron.If you'd like to watch the video of the kids' reaction (be warned, there is a little dead space in there), I've posted it here: http://youtu.be/_siXC720bSw
At what point does your mood change from "whoo-hoo! We're really keeping this secret good!" to "holy crap, these kids don't notice anything, do they?"
Note to self: If you ever kidnap Mark's kids, save money by not buying a gunny sack to throw over their heads. Just put a movie on.
I was riveted - and I knew the outcome!
Its time.