Today was Day 2 of Number Two’s birthday extravaganza.
LegoLand with his two best friends and their families. 4 adults, 8 kids, and no alcohol.
It was a wonderful day.. truly. Not too crowded, great weather, children using good behavior, and a GREAT park… I had low expectations.. (I’m not a big theme park girl, nor do I care for Legos). It was great! Friendly staff, clean, beautfiul setting and amazing Lego EVERYTHING…. Muffy called and offered Rick Springfield tickets for tonight. I declined….. Number Two’s bday weekend is all about Number Two…
A crazy storm broke out around 2pm but only lasted a little while. Several rides and attractions had to close due to lightning. (If you are from Florida, you expect this. It sucks if you layed down a crapton of money and can’t do anything, but obviously the park cannot control the weather. ) Eventually the rain stopped but the lightning continued. We explored the beautiful gardens and an incredible banyan tree. I took amazing pictures. Which I would post here if I hadn’t lost my phone.
Around 3pm, while checking on the status of the ski show, I met a wonderful old man. He was a retired plumber, turned Disney employee. After retiring from Disney after 20+ years, is now working at Legoland. He was in his 70′s. His name was Monty. We talked for 30 minutes. He was lovely. He gave me a silver bullet on a keychain in case I ever come across any werewolves and also told me that if he ever won the lottery he would find me and buy me a nice RV so I could go visit the Mesas of Arizona. (absolutely true) We hugged. Twice.
We were trying to catch a 4:15 pirate/ski show before we left to go get dinner and head home. At 3:30 it was gorgeous. At 4:10, still beautiful. At 4:14 a lightning bolt flashed through the sky and the show was cancelled. I had my phone out taking pictures of the kids.
We headed to the exit. Number Two got a trip into the store to pick out a Lego set as a birthday gift. While in the store, I realized I didn’t have my phone. Long story short, some very kind security guards with fancy walkie-talkies tried to help me but to no avial. I assured them no one would steal my phone.. “yes, it’s an iPhone, but the screen is shattered and it’s fallen in the toilet more than once”.
I filled out a lost and found form before leaving. Wanna guess what number I listed for them to call me if they found it? Yup…. I’m an idiot.
Then we went to an old seafood restaurant I had picked out weeks ago and there was an hour wait. So we had pizza instead. Then I realized that my brake lights were out. THEN I drove home in an absolute torrential downpour, white-knuckled going 45 mph on the highway afraid to go any faster because then I’d have to brake and whoever was behind me would run right up my ass. So, that was fun. THEN… got home and tried to use Number One’s phone to confirm our deep-sea fishing trip for tomorrow. However, as luck would have it… his phone recently took a trip through the washer and dryer, and while he assured me that it still worked.. he neglected to mention that it works perfectly except for the top row. So no 1, 2, 3. And no abc, def, ghi. So that’s fucking useless to me.
So NOW, I have three exausted boys, a husband at work, no phone, no beautiful pictures from today or the last few months, and no flipping idea if I need to get us all up at 5am to go fishing. I should have gone to Rick Springfield.
In summation…. it really was a good day. The kids had a ball. I had a ball. It was lovely and awesome.
Until it wasn’t.
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