October 14, 2011 11:13 pm
It all started innocently enough with an email several months ago from Michele. She and her husband JR would be in Orlando in October and asked if I wanted to meet up. Hells yeah I did. Michele is one of my favorites and that coupled with the opportunity to ditch my family was all I needed to say yes. As it turned out, Jen would be making the trek too. Double score. And Sprite was to accompany her mom. A Disney Trifecta!
The plan was to meet up on Monday at Epcot for a day of frolicking and fun. We have been making several times monthly trips to Disney since we bought passes but this was my first kidless trip since having kids. I was beyond excited and decided to stay over Sunday night to avoid the Monday traffic rush.
When Sunday finally rolled around, it was rainy and dreary and I was a little stir crazy to get out the door. Jamie suggested I head out early and I barely heard him over the sound of my car squealing away. The thought of an empty hotel room just waiting for me to lounge in was more than enough motivation to make it through the rainy two hour drive. I put the pedal to the metal and happily rocked along to some grown up music.
I got to the hotel and something was odd. There were only two other cars in the parking lot and the place felt a little like the Hotel California. There were winding hallways leading to more winding hallways and when I finally found my way to the check in desk, the creepy check in dude asked me if I was staying alone. This was probably a standard question but in my head, I could imagine him chopping my limbs into tiny pieces and burying them around Orlando.
After I got to my potential death chamber room, I texted my peeps to let them know I’d arrived safely. I heard back from Michele that they were hanging at their hotel and I was welcome to come over. A little while later, I knocked on her door with two six packs of beer. Apparently, that is the secret handshake to becoming fast friends with JR.
After the initial meet and greet, I informed Michele and JR that I am a lightweight and can no longer hold my beer the way I once could. That didn’t stop me from trying. A couple of beers in and I informed my hosts that I would be cabbing it back to my hotel when we were done hanging. We spent the evening drunkenly (at least I did) laughing away and having a great time. Michele and JR are good eggs and I look forward to the opportunity to throw back a few with them again. When my six pack was empty, Michele summoned me a cab and I returned to my creepy hotel. Leaving my car keys behind with former internet strangers and new found drinking buddies.
Suffice it to say, I survived the overnight and got my car back the next morning when Michele picked me up. But don’t think I wasn’t a teensy bit worried when she was a few minutes late. I imagined her hot tailing it around town in my mommy mobile doing all sorts of sordid things. But she pulled though and we headed off to Epcot to meet Jen and Sprite.
Disney with bloggy pals was a blast. We spent the day competing for Sprite’s affection (though this was my third time meeting her so I had a secret advantage). We waited in lines and rode some rides. We chatted about blogging and kids and life like we were old friends. I tried to keep my Disney claustrophobia at bay (seriously, it was PACKED) and Jen got to accompany me to the parking lot as I got turned around and lost my car. Not a very good track record for me, being without my car twice in one day.
And that, my friends, is the story of the time I left my car with internet strangers. Strangers no more, I now consider Michele and JR real friends, as I have with Jen in the years since meeting her. Thanks for the great time, guys. Here’s to more like it down the road. Now has anyone seen my car keys?