We
woke up to Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck hanging from the ceiling in our
kitchen. Christi had been on the
prowl. She had to make our whole day
something special from start to finish.
OK. Some of you will understand this. It seems they have a Beep-Boop machine om the
airplane. Who woulda thought?
As
the plane flew sleepily through the air, I was suddenly startled awake by the
flight attendant, spilling the Sprite she had just placed on my tray all down
my leg and right into her shoe. She said
that was payback for all the times she has spilled things on people.
At
the Orlando airport we decided to go ahead and eat, since the ride to the resort
promised to be about an hour long. We
decided to hit McDonalds and get something light. Chris had McNuggets. I had a fish sandwich. Now, my drink order seemed to be a topic of
consternation for the poor waitress.
Check out this interchange:
Her:
“What would you like to drink?”
Me:
“Do you have tea?”
Her:
“No. Well, we do but it’s not like sweet
tea or anything. It’s only hot.”
Me:
“Do you have lemonade?”
Her:
“No. No lemonade.”
Me:
“Do you have anything that is not carbonated?”
(Here it comes …)
Her:
“Diet Coke.”
Long
pause. Very long pause.
Guy
working next to her: “How about some lemonade?”
Me:
“That’s sounds great. I’ll have that.”
Guy
working next to her, to her: “Always offer them lemonade.”
Hmmm.
We
finally made it to the Pop Century Resort.
The boys immediately went swimming.
I didn’t get the memo about packing a swimsuit in my carry-on luggage,
and our other luggage had not yet “magically appeared” in our room. We watched them play for a while, and I went
exploring on my own a bit. I did see a “Convertible
Cross Body-Hip Pack.” It had a picture
of Mickey Mouse on it and all, but I’m still not sure it exactly qualifies as a
fanny pack. Guess I’ll keep my options
open.
We
roamed around the resort after supper just to see what was here. The outdoor decorations are amazing. Gigantic is the word for everything. Gigantic Mickey Mouse telephone. Gigantic foos ball game. Gigantic yo-yo that housed the stairs up the
side of one of the buildings. Gigantic
hot wheels car. Gigantic Goofy statues (Hope I get to meet that guy this week).
We
were all pretty pooped when it got close to bedtime. Even Eastern Daylight Savings Bed Time. And Christi has quite a full day already
planned out for tomorrow, so by 8:30 we had joined together for family worship and
adjourned to our respective, albeit adjoining bedrooms. Of course they were showing an outdoor movie
at the pool right outside our room, so it’s not like we wanted to go to sleep
right away anyway …
Romans
5:6-8 says, “You see, at just the right
time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous
man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in
this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
Father,
thank you for first days and memorable memories. Amen.
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