This trip Chris and Bea couldn't make it. Chris couldn't get leave from the Air
Force and Bea’s paternal grandfather got sick and passed away days before we
left. Bea didn't want to leave her father in his time of mourning and because of
her total unselfishness; I didn't think it was possible but I adore the child
Disney will wait for her. She’ll be back, no worries.
This trip we brought along the newest member of the crew, Curt. Curt will
someday be my son in law, husband to Commando Nikki and he is studying to be a
veterinarian. This trip was a great chance for all of us to get to know each
I got to know that my future son-in-law who is studying to be a veterinarian,
spends October and November hunting.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. A hunting veterinarian, that has to be an
oxymoron, I’m sure.
Curt was nervous at first. He was very quiet and polite in the beginning. It
only took us a day or two to break him of that.
Em had no idea we were going anywhere until about a week before our trip. We had
no plans on telling her until we got to the airport; we were going to just get
on a plane and see where it goes. But Del slipped and said something in front of
her about going on vacation.
Vacation means Disney to her. I hate being that predictable to a little kid. I
decided to mess with her a little. The problem was I hadn’t really thought it
out and screwed myself. On the way back from the store I asked Del if he said
anything to her about going on a trip yet.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“Ahh,..laska?” I said trying to sound convincing.
Dumbass! Could I have found a colder place to say? Why hadn’t I thought about it
before I opened my big mouth?
Del shot me a look that said the same thing. I could almost feel him
telepathically smack me in the back of the head.
Em sat back in the seat, folded her arms and looked completely disappointed.
“Alaska? What is there to do in Alaska?” She asked us.
I had no idea. I know where Alaska is ,
I know it gets really cold and some people take cruises near there. That is the
extent of my Alaskan knowledge.
“We are going to rent polar bears and go riding on them like horses, but you
will need to bring shorts with you because we are renting special snowsuits that
have heaters in them and they get very hot inside.” I told her.
What did I say?! Where the hell did that come
from? Polar bears? Are they being shipped in from somewhere?
You can’t judge me if your kids believe in Santa, the tooth fairy or the Easter
Bunny. If you’re kid believes a bunny can shit multi-colored eggs, mine can
believe in riding polar bears.
“Or we might do a little fishing and swim at the hotel.” Del jumped in still
giving me the dumbass look. I’ll take that second telepathic smack now,
That is a much better answer. Where were you
two seconds ago?
So Em thought and believed we were going to Alaska. Em also told her mom and
everyone she knows that we were going to Alaska. Her mom and everyone they know
believed that lie and I was going to burn for being a liar.
I did too; I burned the tops of my feet and ears.
I knew ears could freeze, but it never occurred to me that they could burn. They
are particularly pretty when they peel. In the cold you can wear earmuffs, what
are you suppose to put over them in the sun?
The day we left was hotter than sin. Up until that day, Maine had only seen two
days that got over 50 degrees. In December when we left, my truck was a block of
ice and the heater could hardly keep up. This day, it was the air conditioner
that was suffering. That was actually the first time I had to turn in on this
year and wasn’t sure if it was going to work.
Just a note to northerner’s: air conditioners take a minute or two to blow cold
air. Don’t jump in your vehicle and turn it on full blast unless you were
looking to get a face full of extreme heat. I jumped back out of the truck so
fast; I barely remembered I was in the truck in the first place.
I’m not sure if all men are like this, or just the men in my life but I never
have to go any farther with suitcases than packing them. Del and Curt carried
everything except my cameras and laptop down to the truck.
Nobody is allowed to carry my cameras, ever. They can carry the empty (well,
almost empty) camera bags. Del only carries my laptop in the airport because it
is heavier than lead. The way I look at it is, they are
going to get dropped, it’s the law of
electronics and I should be the one to drop them.
I do this for the safety and protection of the crew.
I am hard on electronic equipment. I don’t mean to be. I was using my cell phone
in the rain, which made Del a mental patient because he doesn’t believe they can
get wet (they can and I proved it) and by the end of my trip the antenna
wouldn’t go all the way down anymore because it was crooked. That might be
because I carry it in my back pocket. (a cell phone sin, I am told) The 3 times
I used Del’s cell, he stood next to me with his hands cupped under it. Commando
Nikki asked him what his problem was and he explained that I am incapable of
handling his phone properly. He was also afraid I might leave smudge marks on it
from my fingers or something.
I licked it. He screamed.
Anyway, the suitcases were behind the truck waiting for the men to load them.
Apparently there is some kind of formula you must know to load suitcases
properly and if you have a vagina, it is impossible for you to ever learn the
Del and Curt stood behind the truck discussing the formula when I walked by and
tossed the camera/laptop cords bag into the back of the truck. (I need a bag
just for cords)
Curt nearly had a stroke. Both he and Del froze in their tracks like the bag was
going to start spewing tampons or something. I saw him wait until I walked
around the truck to grab the camera cord bag and take it back out. He and Del
just looked at each other and shook their heads.
What was I thinking?
I hate to be the one to break it to these guys, but the airport luggage handlers
are going to throw, jump on and possibly urinate on our luggage as soon as it
leaves our sight. They have their own type of formula. Throw the crap in the
truck and what ever doesn’t fit can go on the roof. The luggage rack isn’t just
for looks, okay?
The formula in action with Commando Nikki and Em who stand back in awe:
Em had been standing on the side of the truck watching the loading formula when
I asked her if she was excited about going to Alaska. She pasted on a fake smile
and said “I’m really trying to be.”
The routine is to drop the crew and luggage off at the airport while I park the
truck and take the stupid courtesy van back. I hate doing this, but I hate
loading all of us and the luggage on the courtesy van more.
Maybe it is just formula envy. I can’t handle seeing it twice in one day.
We have gotten very fast and efficient at unloading luggage at the gate. The
truck barely comes to a complete stop when doors are flying open and luggage is
piled on the sidewalk. (There seems to be no need for a formula to do that) If
the driver of the vehicle gets out at this point, he/she WILL be greeted by a
rather unfriendly cop, thrown to the ground and immediately arrested.
Okay, maybe not. I told the crew that because I wasn’t finished with the air
Em was whining about being hot. I couldn’t help but think to myself, ‘This is
just practice kid, you don’t know hot yet.’
We said our ‘see-ya’s’ and I drove off leaving the crew in front of terminal E.
Jet Blue flies out of terminal C.
I didn't know that until I was in the courtesy van on the way back. They changed
it since December.
The crew almost didn't find that out because they were afraid to answer their
cell phones because on the way to park the truck, I had some problems and called
Del to scream at him about it.
See, I drove to long term parking lot and it was full. I hadn’t expected that
and had no back-up plan in place. The guy gave me two options, the first was to
drive back to central parking for $22 a day OR drive the incredible journey to
the Logan Park ‘n go. He gave me a map and told me if I drove longer than 10
minutes, I missed it.
I was pissed about spending $220 to park but it seemed much easier to get to
that than the park ‘n go. He told me to turn around, take a left and follow the
signs to central parking.
Central parking was much closer than I expected it to be and located to my left
rather than my right, and I completely missed it. I ended up on a highway,
headed back to the state of Maine.
So, I called and yelled at Del.
I really had no other options, you understand.
When we met back up, I licked his phone as an apology.
I accidentally found the park ‘n go. I saw a parking lot and pulled in it. It
was pure luck that it happened to be one that wouldn’t tow my truck after 24
hours. I was at the point that I figured impound fees would run me about the
same as central parking and I just wanted to get to Disney World, so screw it.
I didn't tell you about my new drugs. My doctor prescribed me something much
like xanax, but much faster acting and you can take it without water. It’s
called Niravam, its dissolves in your mouth and tasted like oranges. I took it
just as I was getting on the courtesy van because xanax takes 20 minutes to work
so I figured this new drug would take 10 minutes.
Nuh-uh. ‘Faster acting’ is code for instantly. I felt fine and became the van
drivers’ newest best friend.
I was the original ‘happy camper’.
The crew took my phone call and managed to get themselves to terminal C by
themselves which was good because I was too loopy to do anything about them. We
checked into our flight, had a bite to eat because it was dinner time and then
stepped outside so Del and I could have a cigarette. (Sorry, we are still
working on quitting)
Em sat on the ground next to me and said sadly “Wobin, I couldn't find my
fishing pole. Will you buy me a new one so I can fish with dad in Alaska?”
Em was the only one who would sit on the ground with me. Del was wigging out
because “don’t you know people spit on the ground!”
Niravam, when you just don’t give a tiny rat’s ass about sitting in stranger
We finished our cigarettes and went to the gate to wait for our flight.
As they started calling row numbers to load the plane for our 6:55 PM flight, Em
stood next to Del looking at the ground, still sad about not finding her fishing
pole. The flight attendant said “Now departing for Orlando…” and Em’s head
whipped around to look at me so fast and hard, I feared for her personal safety.
Buz told me to say “It’s a layover to the Alaskan flight.” I had to recruit help
in my sea of lies, so I said that.
I wasn’t sure if she bought it. She nodded like she did, but it was hard to
tell. Do they teach geography in the 2nd grade? Del is hard of hearing and Nikki
and Curt were kissing (they do that every 15 seconds or so, I think they have a
quota) so they didn't realize Em might be on to us.
We were split up on the plane. Commando Nikki and Curt sat together behind me
and Em and Del sat in the row across from me. The very kind man I was sitting
next too had graciously given up his isle seat so I could be on terrorist alert.
Well, he gave up his seat because I almost started to cry when I saw I had a
window seat. I threatened to throw up on him if he didn't move over.
I bought him a drink when we got into the air, we are friends now.
The flight was great. I love that they have TV’s on planes now. I was watching
‘The Birdcage’ with Robin Williams when the plane touched down in Orlando. I
didn't know we were even close to Florida when the plane touched the ground and
I let out a little squeal of fear. For a second I thought they hit a cow in the
air or something.
Niravam, when flying cows become a real possibility.
Seriously, that Niravam wears off as fast as it works. It is a great drug for
We collected our luggage and there was a problem. We had a total of six pieces
of luggage, a camera bag, a cord bag, a laptop, and 2 carry on pieces. I turned
around and Curt was attempting to carry most of it. His own luggage was a huge
duffle bag with no wheels and he was trying to carry that too. He would only
allow Commando Nikki to wheel the smallest bag. Commando Nikki played hockey in
high school. She is a lot tougher than she looks.
He didn't seem to have a formula for carrying luggage. I thought I saw a vein
pop out of his forehead.
“I can take more than this.” She said holding the little bag handle with two
“No, honey, I got it. You’re fine.” He said trying to pile more bags in his
“Well, put your duffle bag on top of mine and I’ll drag it.” She said and
reached for the bag.
“No, sweetheart, I have it. You just take that little bag.” He said while trying
to adjust the weight he was carrying. His face was quickly turning crimson.
“Curt! I can carry something else, give me another bag!” She said in a huff.
“Nikki! I said I was fine. You have enough to carry!” Curt huffed back.
Nikki and Curt gave each other a serious look followed by a kiss.
Well, 15 seconds had passed what else could they do?
Del swooped in to assist with the luggage saving Curt from busting a vein.
We proceeded to the Alamo line. There were 3 families in front of me and each of
them has some kind of problem. I started to get nervous because it sounded like
they had no cars to rent. What the hell was I going to do if there was no car?
Look for a long term parking lot and steal one? For what they charge in Logan to
park at central parking, I would be doing the owner a favor.
I got to the desk and they had my reservation. There would be no reason for me
to commit a felony on this trip after all.
The people in line ahead of me were trying to rent a car with no reservation.
This is Orlando in the summer; even I know you need a reservation. No
reservation, no car for you.
I have gotten good at renting cars. I would consider myself an expert now,
compared to the last time I rented a car when all I could manage to do is stand
there and stare at the girl behind the desk with my mouth open waiting for
further instructions. Walk across the street and pick out a van from row 7.
I did it a little differently this time. The last van I rented was invisible.
This time when I stood at the end of row 7, I closed my eyes for a minute and
picked the first van I saw when I opened them.
We never lost that one.
Commando Nikki came along and tried to screw up the formula:
And was quickly pushed aside by the mighty luggage handlers:
It was about 10:00 PM by the time we loaded the van and left the parking lot.
After missing the exit I was supposed to take, making two ‘L’ turns instead of
one ‘U’ turn (because ‘U’ turns might be illegal. I never heard a law about two
‘L’s) we came to the Disney World sign lit up in all it’s glory.
Em was sound asleep in the back. We all started to scream at her.
Looking back, I know why the kid will need therapy someday. There she was
minding her own business, having a nap when 4 adults start screeching at her
It could have been worse; Commando Nikki could have gotten her air horn out of
her luggage before we started driving.
Em’s eyes opened wide with fear and she sat up with a jolt.
Del said “Look Em! We are going to Disney!” with all the excitement of a kid at
Em, now awake and grateful to be alive because I’m sure she thought we were
being group murdered with all that screaming, yawned and said “Yeah, dad.”
“Did you know we were going to Disney?” Del asked her.
“Ah, yeah, I did, dad. I’m 8 years old and not stupid, okay? The lady at the
airport said we were going to Orlando and Wobin is here. It doesn’t take a
genius to figure that out.”
Hey, we tried. At least she didn't figure it out until the airport. If we ever
really do go to Alaska, that kid is going to be completely crushed.
I pulled into the gate at Pop Century. The man at the gate with a slight accent
asked me my last name and I told him. Hand to God, I have witnesses that he said
this: “I have two Costello’s, Carol and WOBIN.”
“Did Em make the reservation or does everyone call you Wobin?” Del asked with a
I had two requests at Pop and didn't get either of them. The first was
connecting rooms; the second was a smoking room. We did end up on the first
floor with a view of the van.
We didn't mind that. I’m in Disney, I couldn't care less what my room has a view
of, I’m hardly in it long enough to open the curtain anyway. Why would I be
sitting in the room looking outside anyway?
If you keep your room curtains open, people that are walking past your room will
look in. I am not doing anything in my room that I want to share with the rest
of the resort. The curtains stay closed.
Del and I found ourselves pleased with the non-connecting rooms for a bit of
privacy, but a bit bothered by having to go outside for a cigarette. When it is
that hot and humid, breathing is already
a problem, never mind filling your lungs with smoke.
Hey, in reality, the weather I thought might kill me, may have actually added
years to my life.
And I only locked us out once.
“I hope you don’t think this will go unpunished.” Del said to me when he
realized I had locked us outside in 100 degree heat.
When I travel the entire east coast again to go to Disney, I’m going to do it at
night again. We got into our rooms, I actually unpacked (never had time to
unpack before, always rushing off to the parks) and we slept like babies. We
were getting up early for the Magic Kingdom the next morning.
And the air horn was on the other side of a double locked door.
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