Whatever!
After three years of visiting the World one-on-one with my sons, it was finally time for the whole family to go together for six days o’ fun. I had recently introduced the boys to the sock puppet/punk classic song “United States of Whatever” from the short-lived MTV series “Sifl and Olly”, and that song became the anthem for the trip. We played it over and over in the rental van.
The trip featured me, my lovely, talented, and sainted wife, and our bevy of boys (Tom – 16, Jack – 13, Mike – 11). You may remember the boys from their trips with me documented in the bestselling threads:
Somehow, the best airfares were flying American. I know, I know, I couldn’t believe it, either. We packed the day before, weighed the checked baggage, and took one last obsessive look at my planning spreadsheets (actually, that was just me, my wife is normal).
The next day we caught an early flight to Tampa, as airfares to Orlando were somewhere between unbelievable and unconscionable. We grabbed our bags and our rental van, which came complete with a CD presumably left over from the previous renter that was hand-labeled “Music Favorites 2.” Let’s just say that “Music Favorites 1” must have had upwards of 500,000 songs.
We needed lunch on the trek to Orlando. Someone spotted a Cracker Barrel sign, so we exited the expressway in Lakeland down Socrum Loop Road (which prompted the juveniles in the back of the van to giggle). After lunch, we made one more stop for groceries then pulled into the Caribbean Beach Resort. Another family arrived at the same time and led their blindfolded daughter from the car to the lobby. A CM removed her blindfold, and she looked kinda stunned when she discovered she was in WDW. I was expecting more of an excited look, but then again, she was a teenager and was likely peeved that her stupid ‘rents had denied her the joy of the planning and anticipation of the trip. Whatever, my boys were quite excited to get to their room:
"The two clowns behind me may be older, but it’s pretty clear who’s cooler."
After three years of visiting the World one-on-one with my sons, it was finally time for the whole family to go together for six days o’ fun. I had recently introduced the boys to the sock puppet/punk classic song “United States of Whatever” from the short-lived MTV series “Sifl and Olly”, and that song became the anthem for the trip. We played it over and over in the rental van.
The trip featured me, my lovely, talented, and sainted wife, and our bevy of boys (Tom – 16, Jack – 13, Mike – 11). You may remember the boys from their trips with me documented in the bestselling threads:
Somehow, the best airfares were flying American. I know, I know, I couldn’t believe it, either. We packed the day before, weighed the checked baggage, and took one last obsessive look at my planning spreadsheets (actually, that was just me, my wife is normal).
The next day we caught an early flight to Tampa, as airfares to Orlando were somewhere between unbelievable and unconscionable. We grabbed our bags and our rental van, which came complete with a CD presumably left over from the previous renter that was hand-labeled “Music Favorites 2.” Let’s just say that “Music Favorites 1” must have had upwards of 500,000 songs.
We needed lunch on the trek to Orlando. Someone spotted a Cracker Barrel sign, so we exited the expressway in Lakeland down Socrum Loop Road (which prompted the juveniles in the back of the van to giggle). After lunch, we made one more stop for groceries then pulled into the Caribbean Beach Resort. Another family arrived at the same time and led their blindfolded daughter from the car to the lobby. A CM removed her blindfold, and she looked kinda stunned when she discovered she was in WDW. I was expecting more of an excited look, but then again, she was a teenager and was likely peeved that her stupid ‘rents had denied her the joy of the planning and anticipation of the trip. Whatever, my boys were quite excited to get to their room:
"The two clowns behind me may be older, but it’s pretty clear who’s cooler."
