Posts Tagged ‘when good girls go vacationing’

You can’t tell me you two didn’t have fun, part one.

My friend today was talking to me about how much more expensive travel has gone up. Which reminded me of the time my sister and I went on our first real vacation. We went on the whole trip for less than 100 dollars a person, including gas. We were broke and had no money, but we did it. Although we didn’t eat much, we stayed on course and we got a really big adventure worth millions.

We headed out from our Tn home and started driving. Several hours later we got to Daytona, Fl. I had always wanted to go to the beach, so I was really excited. Now I have to interrupt my story, and I know that I just got started… My mom will say that she took us to the beach once before. This I foggily remember. I remember traveling in the car a long time and then us going by the beach and there was all this debris and we didn’t even get out. Then they had to change my brother’s diaper in the car (he was 2 and a half years younger than me so I could not have been that old). I also remember us going to a place that had the conch shells lined up. My dad told me that if you raised the shell to your ear that you would be able to hear the ocean. Well, I did and all I got was the ocean in my ear and down my shirt, and into my socks. It was full of water.  ugh… that kind of stuff always happened to me. So, I guess we went to the ocean, but there are no pictures (like always) and I had never been in salt water. So I would say that I have never been to the ocean. Back to the story.

I was super excited. I wanted to run and jump in the water but when we arrived it was dark. We did not have hotel reservations, because we thought that it would be easier to pick up some coupons at the state rest stops. I have to say my sister was a little crazy about having to stop at each one. And she was super excited that they gave out orange juice at Florida’s. (Georgia only gave out peanuts, and they weren’t even roasted.) The coupon that we found was for a nice hotel for $29.99 a night. Great! When we got there the guy at the desk was shocked and didn’t think that we could use it. The night before during the regular season they had charged $150.00 a night. But after he called his manager he gave us a room. We went up and collapsed. We were so tired.

The next morning I got up and ran to the window. The sun was coming up and it was wonderful. The beach looked so clean and neat. I put on my swimsuit all-the-while yelling at my sister to get up. She was a littlesurprised that I was up. I am not known for my early rising skills, now or ten years ago. She got up and we headed down. It was weird how when the waves returned to the ocean, the sand under your feet would move. It creep-ed me out and it took awhile to get used to that. I felt so strange yelping and picking my feet up in the surf.  No one else knew that this was my first time in the ocean, my sister was a little embarrassed. 

There was this moment that we saw some dolphins swimming in the waves and I thought that I could go swim to them. I gave out pretty soon, I was too chicken to go to far from the beach. When I got back to the shore I noticed that my sister was trying, casually, to get the attention of some other beach goers. She wanted them to see the dolphins but she didn’t want to be “weird” and just go up and tell them. (My mom has the way of going up to strangers and telling them all these awkward things, we try and not be like her in anyway possible. You would have to meet my mom to understand.) Looking back on it, we probably appeared to be crazy. After a good deal of fun in the sun, we had to get back to the room because we had to hit the road soon. Our trip was to continue on to Orlando and then Ft. Lauderdale for a cruise.

We went back to the room and my sister jumped into the shower while I called home to tell my crazy-but-mostly-in-the-fun-way Mom all about the fun. Then it was my turn. When I got out my sister was waiting for me by the door, the conversation went as follows:

Sister- Amy, did you do something to play a joke on me?

Me- No, what are you talking about?

Sister- This is not funny, I already called Jim and he didn’t do it.

Me- What, what are you talking about?

Sister- Go look at what fell out of my clothes when I went to pick them up.

I went with great caution, the tone in my sister’s voice was serious. She was creeped out. I looked beneath the table that the tv was on, where my sister had placed her luggage. She had a pile of neatly folded clothes on one side and then there IT was on the other…. It was a tiny blue sparkly man thong… EWWWWW. 

Me- EWWW, what are they? How did they get there?  ( I was not so calm. I had never even seen this kind of underwear, but it was plain to see what they were for…and immediately a picture of the guy that would wear them. Gross.)

Sister- I don’t know, I don’t know. ( Now she too was not so calm.)

What happened next, happened fast. We began having fits of laughing and screaming. Usually one of us was laughing at the other screaming. But all the while this was going on we were packing as fast as we could, while looking out for other surprises. At the same time, my sister’s husband called back and wanted to know what was going on and why she was asking about men’s underwear and my mom was calling trying to ask what was going on. We were so creeped out… It all came together when my sister remembered how wierd it was yesterday when we got into the room we noticed an envelope with a tip in it. We assumed that the maids just didn’t take it. I mean the rest of the room looked made up and clean! I tell you what… I don’t think that the guy at the desk saw any two girls move faster. I checked out and realized that the same guy was at the front desk. I almost told him about the unders, but left blushing…

We got back on the road and it made for a good conversation that morning. There would be a lull and then one of us would laugh and the other would know why and join. Then other times, one of us would shake our heads out of degust and the other would bust out laughing. We kept coming up with different theories of why we should not freak out about the stringy nasty thing…

Me- I mean the beds were made which means the sheets were most likely clean.

Sister- Well why didn’t the maids take the money.

Me- They might have missed it, I mean they missed the underwear too.

Sister- I can’t believe that I called JIm…

Me- Why would you think that they were his, wait I don’t want to know. ewww!

Sister- Oh, come on. I thought that it was a joke. Now he thinks that he needs to worry about what we are up too.

Me- Ha, hey when can we stop and get something to eat.

Sister- Let’s just wait til we get to Orlando.

Me- OK, I guess I can wait 4 hours…

The trip gets better but I think that I will wait and save that for another blog. Stay tuned