Disney

Mom woke everybody up at 4 a.m. which equated to only about three and a half hours of sleep for everyone save my father who had a vodka induced early night. I didn't get much sleep because I ended up picking the rental van at about midnight. The last thing I needed was to wake up to hurried get-up motivational pep talks. After some incoherent cursing I made my way to the kitchen to take a shot of Cuban style espresso that could jump start a dead cow. Soon, I was bouncing off the walls and loading my things into the van. The rental was a Chevy Astro, which two car seats and seven adults later was one hell of a tight fit. About forty minuets into the road trip my niece decides to throw up on her self, making sure of course to get a little on me. The putrid smell was horrible, nauseating, and made everyone’s stomachs turn. It took about 10 min before we were able to clean her up as best as we could prior to the rest stop. All of the sudden, I ask if the smell was getting worst because its presence was still around and seemed to be getting stroger after the fact. We then notice that the reason for this was because my cousin’s son couldn’t deal with the smell and ended up barfing all over himself unbeknownst to the rest of us who were busy worrying about Isabella’s smelly accident. Two stomach loads later we were condemned to the smell of vomit and new car for the entire weekend.

A four hour ride later everybody’s ass was hurting and we were just getting to Kissimmee, Florida where we found out after an hour of driving back and forth from one Days Inn to another and ending up in the original starting point that was about a 20 mile backtrack, that we wouldn’t be able to check in until 3pm. We decide to check in at night and after a quick stop at Wall-Mart for some last minuet things, we headed over to Disney’s Magic Kingdom. The park as always was full of thousands of tourists many of which were Cuban and were determined to make their presence known. The child in me loves the parks manicured lawns, rides, ongoing themes and the rest of the commercialized magic of a long ago dead visionary who may one day be defrosted and brought back to life. Why is it that we are so attracted to the endless rolls of trinkets that are lined up in all those shops and are willing to pay up to seven dollars for a cheese burger in there? Luckily, we had my fathers bickering and stereotypical Cuban rants which were a great ongoing laugh, at his expense, that made the long lines to the attractions bearable. Paris Hilton & her sister showed up at the castle after the show and her money bought all of Mikey’s attention and halted access to Cinderella's palace. Lucky Bitch! Mean while the rest of endured a non Twinkle Bell enchanted evening and dealt with the Presidents Day masses.