Where was I???? Thats right, I had just chugged a beer at the turnstiles of Epcot
.How could I forget?
I was finally allowed to exit Epcot
.Sans beer. Of course we could see our car from the gate, so off we went to our obnoxious rust colored car, for what would be the last time at a park. Bubba decided to be a speed demon and beat PP and I by twenty minutes to the car.
I needed a cigarette after what is now known as the "beer incident" and believe it or not, Disney does no prohibit smoking in their parking lots
Imagine that. So, PP and I dawdled
Maybe because it was our last day in a park, or maybe because I just had 8 drinks in like three hours
not sure which!!! And PP always dawdles, so I cant justify her actions.
Bubba had the car started, air on
and was halfway to the hotel when he realized we were not with him
.Kidding. But he did have the car cooled down for us and we were grateful.
We made our way back to our home away from home and of course PP wanted to swim. Tipsy or not, I am a good mom, I knew this was our last swim on our last night! We changed in record time
Bubba napped! Although, I think he simply feared what his wine loving wife would do again in public. What does he care, we are leaving tomorrow anyway???
It is about 4pm and PP and I make our way to the pool. I tried in my mind to recreate the first day in the pool, and how we were filled with excitement and open to 10 days of possibility, fun and magic. All I felt was a slight headache and severe heartbreak that we would be heading back to the northeast in the morning.
Despite Moms pessimistic view on our last swim, I managed to make it fun for PP. We swam for a good while
.Two hours. Because that is what PP and I do. We swim for hours and hours, laughing, splashing and drowning each other.
Aside note here: Swimming is probably the main culprit this summer to me not finishing up this report!!!!! Blame it on the water! Any water: pool, ocean, lake, puddle. PP and I will swim in anything.
PP and I hovered in the deep end, because it seems as if the rude people always migrate in the shallow end. They are the same folks who are lacking beach etiquette. I understand there are places in this country where some people have never seen the ocean/beach, let alone vacationed there
but I bet you that 90% of the rude beach people I run into in Ocean City, NJ have lived in Philly their entire lives and just make a game out of making my life miserable. You know who you are
.Loud radio playing, sit to close to the ocean and expect us to move when the tide comes in, dont bring toys for your children who like to run by our blanket and kick sand People!!! Ok
enough of that
.Anyhow, these were the folks in the shallow end of our pool.
We decided hitting each other over the head with noodles would be fun. Until Mom got a little woozy from that game. I decided on a pina colada(I know
.what was I thinking??) and PP swam around a bit more. I got back in, because, frankly neither one of us wanted to get out. For that would mean the end of vacation and that was unacceptable.
Finally our bladders made the decision for us. We needed to go. We slowly got out and gave the newbies(the guests that you know have just arrived by the look on their faces) a jealous nod goodbye. Bye, bye pool. You will be missed, however PP and I have faith that we will be back, so goodbye is more like see ya later.
Up to the room we trudge
Is that a word???? If so, that is what we did
we trudged. It was probably time to eat
but I request we go somewhere that does not serve alcohol. WHAT????? That is correct. Lets go to Crackle Barrel!!! PP is game so we quickly get dressed and make our way across the street. In our car of course, we are close, but we are lazy
and honestly crossing 192 is not on my list of good times.
We walk into Crackle Barrel and get seated immediately. The place is empty. We order cokes all around and decide which entrees will clog our arteries best. Bubba has chicken fried steak
I order chicken fried chicken
and PP gets the special, which is like Thanksgiving day. Turkey, potatoes, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce, etc
You get the picture. We stuff ourselves with the scrumptious southern food, make a mess, overtip and make our way to the door
.but on the way to the exit is a gift shop. Wow
not just Disney knows about this marketing Mecca known as the drop shop.
We browse a bit
and PP still has some money burning a hole in her pocket. She decides on two bath toys. A nemo fish and a yellow duck. Wait, PP, are you 8 or 4?????? But whatever makes her happy.
After we pay for our newly acquired bath toys, we attempt to exit
.Although we are blocked by a crowd making their way into the Crackle Barrel
What is this? A bird? A plane? Superman? No, no
it is a TOUR BUS filled with hungry tourists. Does restaurant karma get any better than this????????
See ya later Crackle Barrel
.have fun feeding that hungry crowd.
We drive back to the hotel
and PP WANTS to take a bath
That is correct, she wants to test out her new bath toys. 9 days later
..and I finally figure out the secret to PP bathing on vacation. New bath toys. They were not just any bath toys. You could pull a string and they would swim around in the tub. In she went for about an hour
.I guess that makes up for all the funk she had accumulated over the past nine days. It was all left in the Best Western Lakesides tub!!!!
I begin packing a bit while PP is in the tub. Bubba helps me clean up, because it seems we are very messy people on vacation. We organize all our maps and receipts to take home with us. I want the maps to reminisce, Bubba wants the receipts for a good cry.
We decide it is time for bed. Bubba and PP watch Survivor, and I fall into a deep sleep immediately.
Thats all for today people!!!! I refuse to finish up
.because that would be too sad. Just kidding
.but I am organizing my thoughts on a creative way to end this journey. Stay tuned though, because up next is Crazy Carol and some very crazy antics at the airport!!!!!
I love dis! 29 days till our 10 hr drive in a rented minivan to WDW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
yippeeeeeeeeeeeee!
