Verstehen
I break for the Nautilus
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2008
Let me preface this by saying, I am a spoiled Disney brat. I moved to Florida from NY last year for work, and one of the first things I did was buy an annual pass. So now I go every month, but it's just not the same without my family. Plus, staying at the hotels was always my favorite part. Like I said, I'm a spoiled brat. Blame my grandparents.
So my mother and her partner are having a commitment ceremony in October, and for their "honeymoon" they wanted to go to Disney with my 19 year old sister and I in December. Unfortunately, the expense proved to be too much for her, even with my sis and I helping her out, and she had to cancel. I was expressing my sorrow at not being able to share the magic with them, and she replied, "Well, mostly we were going because your sister wanted to go."
So I said, jokingly (because I didn't think it was possible, not because I didn't want to do it), "So, just put Becka on a plane and I'll take her myself."
And to my surprise, she responded, "That's actually a great idea."
My initial thought, btw, was that she couldn't, because she needs oxygen on planes and I always assumed she needed someone to monitor her. But apparently, she is perfectly capable of knowing how to monitor her own oxygen intake. I really underestimate her sometimes.
After a few weeks of my parents hemming and hawing about when this would actually happen, I reminded them that as I work in a college, once fall starts, my ability to take time off is limited, except for holiday weekends. Problem is my sister has a volunteer summer job that she also can't really take time off of. Because she signed some sort of "I promise not to miss work agreement" which sounds totally boring and I would just skip out but I guess she's responsible or something. ANYWAY.
So finally, Monday night, my mom says, "She can do labor day weekend. Book a hotel."
I call, ask for passholder rates, and get offered two good rates at value and moderate. I am on the fence. I am awful at making decisions. On the one hand, money. On the other hand, I don't want to stay somewhere potentially loud with a long trek to the bus station (even with a wheelchair it'd be a pain).
So I spend a couple of days brooding, and finally, my mother, who knows my sister's capabilities better than I or my sister do, brings down the holy hammer of parental authority and decrees, "Book French Quarter. I have spoken."
So I do.
Now all we have to do is book her park tickets, plane tickets, and our dining reservation. Piece of cake!
So my mother and her partner are having a commitment ceremony in October, and for their "honeymoon" they wanted to go to Disney with my 19 year old sister and I in December. Unfortunately, the expense proved to be too much for her, even with my sis and I helping her out, and she had to cancel. I was expressing my sorrow at not being able to share the magic with them, and she replied, "Well, mostly we were going because your sister wanted to go."
So I said, jokingly (because I didn't think it was possible, not because I didn't want to do it), "So, just put Becka on a plane and I'll take her myself."
And to my surprise, she responded, "That's actually a great idea."
My initial thought, btw, was that she couldn't, because she needs oxygen on planes and I always assumed she needed someone to monitor her. But apparently, she is perfectly capable of knowing how to monitor her own oxygen intake. I really underestimate her sometimes.
After a few weeks of my parents hemming and hawing about when this would actually happen, I reminded them that as I work in a college, once fall starts, my ability to take time off is limited, except for holiday weekends. Problem is my sister has a volunteer summer job that she also can't really take time off of. Because she signed some sort of "I promise not to miss work agreement" which sounds totally boring and I would just skip out but I guess she's responsible or something. ANYWAY.
So finally, Monday night, my mom says, "She can do labor day weekend. Book a hotel."
I call, ask for passholder rates, and get offered two good rates at value and moderate. I am on the fence. I am awful at making decisions. On the one hand, money. On the other hand, I don't want to stay somewhere potentially loud with a long trek to the bus station (even with a wheelchair it'd be a pain).
So I spend a couple of days brooding, and finally, my mother, who knows my sister's capabilities better than I or my sister do, brings down the holy hammer of parental authority and decrees, "Book French Quarter. I have spoken."
So I do.
Now all we have to do is book her park tickets, plane tickets, and our dining reservation. Piece of cake!
