Ginny 28 Sep 2009 When: July 19 August 3, 2009 Who: Joe, 38 Amanda, 38 Miles, 10 Where: Animal Kingdom Lodge Kidani Village 1 Bedroom DVC Rental Polynesian Resort Garden View Offsite Villa Rental in Clermont on Hwy 22 Photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ginnyfavers/sets/72157622274113997/ July 19, 2009 Joe Departs Joes got this 1986 Monte Carlo SS that he rescued many years ago. The car had been standing with the front and back windshields broken out, in the open, for a couple of years. It had water in it, leaves, dirt, you name it. It was messed up. After a year of building it a new hot rod engine with some friends at Accurate Machine in Newport, DE,(http://www.accuratepower.com/Machine) redoing the interior, new glass, paint, transmission Im not sure whats not new on that thing!... hes got a car that makes men do double-takes like they just saw a naked lady going down the road. And it seems to have some sort of pull on middle aged waitresses. The mission for this beast was of course always to drive it around the Walt Disney World resort. This was supposed to happen when Joe and I moved down there, so he could teach aerobatics in WWII restored planes and I could write best selling novels. Since neither of us seems to be able to figure out how to live on those things and love alone, were still stuck here in the Mid Atlantic region, with no set date in sight for moving to Orlando. If the Monte was going to wow them at the House of the Mouse anytime soon, it was going to have to be driven down there and back for a vacation. Joe swore years ago hed never drive to Disney again. He hates traffic, hates the drive home because its depressing to leave and driving just seems to drag it out. But the thought of being able to have his own car at Disney, especially since most of our trip was going to be off site, was alluring enough to make him give driving another try. We debated a bit about how we thought Miles would fare on a long car trip. Would he be totally bored and drive us nuts with endless requests to pull off and go to Hooters (NO, Im not taking him there), or would a new game for his Nintendo DS be enough to make him forget his cares. Would he even be able to sleep in the motel on the road? Would he talk nonstop? Well, thats a given. He never stops vocalizing at home, either. We leaned towards Miles and I flying down to Orlando, while Joe drove down. At the end of the trip, Miles would be flying to visit his dad in New Orleans, LA, so I decided that Joe and I would drive home together after Miles flight departed. I wondered a couple of times if we hadnt wasted money on airfare, until Miles vomited the largest amount of vomit Ive ever seen, all over the back seat of my car and himself a couple of weeks before the trip. It was like a message from God. Yes, you should fly. Not because it would be better to have vomit all over an airplane than my car, but vomit all over Joes Monte would be well, I dont think it would get a rational response from Joe. Miles, by the way, is an upchuck generalist. Excited? Urp. Scared? Urp. Ate too fast? Urp. Strep throat? Urp. Then theres the mystery sit up straight in bed in the middle of the night and vomit, with no apparent cause, no upset stomach afterward, no ensuing illness. This has been going on since he was two years old. We have a family ruling that we will not take him to Hawaii like he keeps begging us to until there have been no incidences of mystery vomiting for at least three consecutive years. No, theres nothing wrong with him. Yes, its gross. No, it doesnt happen that often anymore. Yes, hes seen a doctor. No, it doesnt mean Im a bad mother. I think. Everyone knows any time anything bad happens to anyone, somebodys mother is to blame. Sunday, July 19 was departure day for Joe. He chose to leave in the late evening, around 8 p.m., and spend the night in Kenly, North Carolina. He said he was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the Econo Lodge room I booked him. He expected worse. He had no trouble Washington, DC traffic mess. Driving is pure hell between Richmond, VA and just north of Washington, DC. Going through there at 10 p.m. youre likely to find just heavy traffic instead of an impassable wall of wreck after wreck. Of course, we didnt take into account that every road in Virginia might be closed down to one lane at night in the summer time, but more on that later. Joe didnt hit any lane closures headed south on I-95, anyways. Back at home, I set to packing for Miles and my flight out of BWI the next morning, and tried to get some sleep.