Thoughts from Logan…
Well, that was a whole lot of worry for nothing… Made it to the airport exactly on time; walked literally right up to the JetBlue counter and checked our bags; didn’t wait *too* long at the TSA checkpoint; even had friendly and courteous TSA personnel… Kids had breakfast inside the terminal (TheBoy ate about half what he ordered, claimed to be “full”, then glued his nose to the window watching planes take off and land. I was not, however, going to drop $8 on WiFi for a half-hour’s worth of access…
With any kind of luck, there will be a bookend for this post when we arrive safely in Orlando…
In the Air…
Okay. I am still scared silly by flying. The pitch and yaw of the plane, the change in altitude, the variations in velocity; it all petrifies me. Interestingly enough, working on posts helps quite a bit - takes my focus off the bumps and jounces of turbulence. TheBoy thinks that flying is the greatest thing since sliced bread, which is really cool - it means I’ve managed to properly conceal my terror.
The flight so far (we’re not even halfway into it as I type this) has been uneventful; the turbulence has been minimal even though we flew out in less-than-perfect weather. It’s been a godsend in that both kids have behaved exemplary so far and do not seem perturbed by the experience. The silly kiddies actually look like they enjoy it!
Quote of the day from TheBoy:
“Daddy?”
“Yeah buddy?”
“So far, this is the best day of my life”
Well, not so much for Daddy (although I do have to say it‘s turning out a lot better than I thought it would!). I remain a giant chicken who believes that if man were meant to fly he’d have been given wings… Or at least a jetpack…
The flight really was uneventful; only a few moments of turbulence as we climbed to cruising altitude and then on the way back down. TheBoy loved flying; it's hard to believe he's my son in that regard... I'm guessing I did a good job of concealing my abject terror, as he was calm and cool the whole flight long. The worst part of the flight happened after we landed - the weather got nasty and we were stuck on the tarmac waiting for the lightning to stop. Apparently it wasn't safe for the ground crews to be out and doing their thing in the lightning - however it was all peachy for the folks sitting in the giant metal tube...
We eventually made it to the hotel, got squared away, and checked into our room. It's very nice, and actually a little bigger than we had been led to believe/feared; certainly adequate for our purposes. The only drawback is that it appears to be located somewhere in Terra Haute, given the amount of time the bus takes to get to any of the major hot spots in the Disneyverse... After checking in we hit the pool, then went to Downtown Disney to poke around in shops and have dinner at Planet Hollywood.
After which I met up with Greg & Beth, The Big Guy, numerous commenters, and the one, the only, Robb Allen; a ,eeting which must be detailed separately to cover the awesomeness...
That is all.
8 comments:
the one, the only, Robb Allen; a ,eeting which must be detailed separately to cover the awesomeness...
QFT... but I don't *really* want to hear about what you and Robb did while your wives weren't looking...
Musta been a typo...
"eating"?
"beating"?
"sweeting"?
"cheating"?
"heating"?
"mistreating"?
Pretty much all these terms apply, in one sense or another.
Glad you made it, and hope y'all have fun. Like that'll be a problem ... ;-)
And traveling with the kids to Disney was never a problem for us. Reminds me of one of the A. A. Milne poems I used to read them when they were little, The Good Little Girl (from Now We Are Six), which ends:
It's always the end of the loveliest day:
"Have you been a good girl?
"Have you been a good girl?
I went to the Zoo and they waited to say:
"Have you been a good girl?
"Have you been a good girl?
Well, what did they think that I went there to do?
And why would I want to be bad at the Zoo?
And should I be likely to say if I had?
So that's why it's funny of Mummy and Dad,
This asking and asking in case I was bad,
"Well,
Have you been a good girl, Jane?
Plante Hollywood in Down Town Disney. . . went once, could not hear as my wife and I screamed at each other trying to talk. . . next time may I suggest the Ragglin Road Irish Pub, much better food, music and drink. . .
The dinner/blogmeet sounds epic.
Damn it, I wish I lived closer to all the action!
Go and enjoy the time with the family and friends- BLOG LATER!!!
Old NFO,
Y'know, I wanted to take a break from blogging, but I just couldn't.
See the description of the writer in Heinlein's The Cat Who Walks Through Walls. That about sums it up...
Well, I'm glad that you liked Jet Blue, but last time I flew them I had to resuscitate a passenger and spent most of my flight on my knees tending the guy... after which, they refused to give me a diet pepsi. I proceeded to pee in the trash can in the head.
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