…and I have a crapload of pictures, but…I’ll get to them later.<\/p>\n
In fact, I might get to all of this later. It’s going to take some sorting out.
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\nThey arrived on Saturday, by train [which was late, of course]. The rental car company picked them up, but their hotel room wasn’t ready, so they ended up at IHop for a bit while waiting for a chance to get some bed-related rest and a shower — such things probably don’t exist on trains unless you’re very, very<\/i> special…and if you’re going to pay that much, why not just fly?<\/p>\n
Once all that was done, they came over here, met Zombi, and…went off to the store to get a few things. Soda for mom, soda for us [for at the hotel], and a couple of things so Gremlin could cook something pasta-ey at the hotel.<\/p>\n
Because the hotel had a full working kitchen. In the room. Seriously. It was neat.<\/p>\n
They also had a heated outdoor pool, which I couldn’t really take advantage of until I got proper swimwear [which I did, thanks to Dad taking me to Target].<\/p>\n
Also purchased that trip: two pairs of cheap sandals, a couple of pool noodles, and a Lego Star Wars tee. And some superglue, for fixing something important.<\/p>\n
Slightly before that, mom gave me the little pendant that contains a bit of my grandmother’s cremains. There was…some assembly required, and I accidentally snapped off one of the little prongs I was supposed to be bending to hold the little vial in. So: glue.<\/p>\n
It worked.<\/p>\n
I spent a bit of time in the pool, which ended rather abruptly when Gremlin tried to teach me how to tread water in the 6′ section. I didn’t so much tread water as discover that someone had placed a black hole in that exact part of the pool. I almost pulled Gremlin in during my brief moment of attempting to breathe pool water.<\/p>\n
At that point, it was getting late and chilly, and…we were kinda hungry, so we went off to see if there was anything open. Arby’s wasn’t, but there was a BurgerKing, and…that’s where things went a little wrong, because it was at least an hour before the listed [on a rather large sign] closing time. Because July 3rd is a holiday, so let’s close the indoor part early unannounced.<\/p>\n
Drivethrough, then. That’s fine. I’ll have that angus burger with the crunchy onion bits. The A1 one. That’ll be great, thanks. And Gremlin will have some stupidly huge thing with, like, twenty meat patties. And probably a milkshake or something stupid. My parents will have…whatever. So, let’s go sit on the outside benches, because: fuck you, that’s why.<\/p>\n
Wait. Where’s my burger?<\/p>\n
No, seriously, where’s my fucking burger?<\/p>\n
My mom walks off to the drive-through window to find out what the hell is wrong with this guy. “Oh, no, you didn’t order that.” was the guy’s excuse.<\/p>\n
I guess he mistook my “There’s no mushrooms on that? Okay, good, I’ll have the [burger I apparently didn’t order].” as not ordering it.<\/p>\n
Of course, we probably would’ve known that if the stupid bastard had followed protocol and used the little order display screen, and read everything back. But, oh no, he’s the manager<\/i>. He can’t be bothered. Because it’s a holiday, and he closed early.<\/p>\n
Whatever, dude. Stop glaring at us, and all the other people showing up and trying to get into Burger King because you’re supposed to be open. Maybe if you weren’t such a dick, you wouldn’t have been stuck working tonight.<\/p>\n
…and that was Saturday. I’ll get to the rest later, because I’m seriously fuzzy right now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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