With nowhere else to go (south), it was time to turn around and head north. Destination: Orlando.
The drive was long, and frankly, uber-boring. Dad drove the Supervan while Mom worked on her book. Ho hum...
|I gots nuttin' to do...|
Our first stop was Jiffy Lube. hah. Dad said it was time to get the Supervan's oil changed. I stayed inside the Supervan while they serviced it; Mom and Dad conveniently went next door to pig out at Olive Garden.
But here's the good news, folks...
|Must.... have.... breadsticks.|
Mom took the wheel while Dad and I slept. Yeah, that's how bored we were. Then it started raining. And I mean RAINING. It was so bad, Mom pulled off the freeway cuz she couldn't see diddly squat.
|Just who is Diddly Squat, anyway?|
That's when Dad took control of the ship.
When I woke up, I saw the Magic Kingdom sign:
There were so many directional signs, we didn't know which way to go. Finally, we found Chef Mickey's.
That's where my mom's friend's daughter (Suzie) works. The last time my mom saw Suzie, she was only 7 years old!
|Watch out, Suzie. My mom's a hugger!|
Then, it was off to find Fort Wilderness, where we're camping tonight. Another almost-impossible feat. After a few wrong turns, we found our way in the dark.
By the time we arrived, we were dead hungry (what else is new?). What we didn't know was that reservations are necessary at all the dining facilities.
So Mom called the number and tried to make a reservation. The lady on the phone said there was a table available in 45 minutes. Mom said, "Great, we'll take it." Then she asked Mom for her Visa card number. Why? Because if we cancel the reservation, they get to charge us $10/person fee.
Dad was inside the lobby, registering the Supervan for our campsite and Mom didn't want to make a dinner reservation without consulting Dad, so she told the lady she would have to get back to her. Three minutes later, Mom called back, and guess what? Somebody stole our reservation and there were NO availabilities at the restaurant for the whole night -- booked solid!
The lady on the phone said there was nothing she could do to help us, but she wished us a "magical night."
So my mom tried to make some of her own magic. Dad dropped her off at the closest restaurant to the campgrounds and Mom put on her "poor me, I'm so hungry, can we please eat at your restaurant" look.
Apparently, she must've looked desperate, because they wrote her name down on the list. Go, Mom!
Please, sir... May I have a reservation?
Mom and Dad were in for a magical surprise at Trails End...
It was an all-you-can-eat bonanza (and boy, did they take advantage of it):
Heck yeah! What a magical way to end the day!!!