|I don't think I was trying to avoid their faces|
- just a misfire
2016 Splash Mountain.
Mini's ear, Reggie's shoulder, Curly's curls,
and that might be my knee or my elbow
blocking Tank's arm.
I would have felt compelled to bring Reggie along if I added Mickey Mouse to our agenda. The added cost of another plane ticket plus the added aggravation of having a former Irish dancing brother tag along and be forced to sit thru two days of competition made my head spin.
|See -look how much fun we were|
having in 2016! Awesome smiles in
front of the magic
carpet ride. Oh, how I wanted
to go back. Damn budget.
Reggie agreed. Sitting thru dancing for two days to attend Disney for one day wasn't worth it. Mini voted loud and clear. No parks. She reasoned aloud: 1. It was too much money. 2. We had just done Disney. 3. It would only make me crazy. (Who me?). Curly agreed with the other two, but she sort of shot Mini a look that said, 'Hey, are we really turning down Disney here?'
That was it. Orlando would be limited to a dancing focus only. Reggie would stay home. It was Mini's swan song. She had just made it into Open Championship. Now this would be her last big competition. She had never qualified for Nationals until this year.
I packed with my usual budget sense. Meals and snacks were stored in soft sided coolers inside my checked luggage. The hotel room had a microwave and a fridge. Irish dancing was expensive enough -especially when you retire from sewing your kid's Irish dancing dress. The food part I could control.
Everything was ready to go. The day before we were leaving Mini sat in our toasty kitchen shivering in a sweatshirt in JULY. WHAT??!! She had a fever. Damn it. Why is nothing ever simple?