For our long weekend, we decided to take a mini-vacay with the family.
It started off great, got a little bumpy, and ended with a bang. Ok seriously, if you walk into a hotel and it is swarming with tweens for any sort of event…just turn around and run. Run right out the fancy foyer and sleep in your car. You can thank me later with cookies.
We were lucky enough to be surrounded by middle school softball players for a tournament. At first, I was all googly-eyed. I always dreamed of playing on a team (any team) that got to travel and compete. They were so cute with their braids and braces, I was smitten dreaming of the day Tim and I are hauling all the kids around trying to become parents of superstars.
Then came the screaming, and the dance parties (that I wasn’t invited to), the running of the halls, and the incessant giggling. I was about to break a pitchers arm, and then it happened. While drifting off into sweet, sweet slumber. Flashing lights, blaring sirens. A late night wake up call. Furious is an understatement.
Don’t get me wrong, at fourteen I would have thought this was hilarious too. In my late twenties, watching babies crying in terror and grandmas hustling down the steps…it loses the humor. Can’t we just watch Chris Farley re-runs instead girls? I’ll pop the popcorn, you can braid my hair.
I bet those little boogers called up Mother Nature too. I know that we could have done without the late night fire alarm and the downpour, but I think this trip will go down in the books as fantastic.
I’m sure when we are eighty we will still be laughing about that silly fire drill.
Have you been on any fun trips lately?
Ever pulled the fire alarm as a prank?
Have any travel disaster stories?