Why can’t we live inside of dreams?

Last night I had a dream that my mother was alive, She was hiding though. We went to a hotel… I don’t remember why now. It was a dump. It had an elevator and you could only enter from inside, but it was a dump just the same. We were staying in the same room as she was in. She left a mess, and a cat and the cat knew. When we checked in we didn’t know it was her room. It was like the last person to use it left in a hurry. Mess under the bed, bed unmade. We checked in and I knew she was there. How? We lode around. The neighbor came in. I don’t remember why. She commented on the last person to use the room. Made some noise and then left. She was dead, we had a funeral. [Read more...]

Yay, Happy November!

I was worried we’d have to cancel our trip this year because money is stupidly tight right now. I hadn’t even made hotel reservations b/c I wasn’t sure where I wanted to stay and then I wasn’t sure we could afford the room. Then it dawned on me that I get birthday money a couple weeks before our trip date! So I asked my dad is he was planning on giving me any money or if he was calling his babysitting for three days my gift, even though it was really my gift from last Channukah (I told him last year I wanted him to keep the kids so Michael and I could go away – I combined that with Sara’s birthday gift from this year to get three solid days out of them).

Fucker took it as me asking him to cover our hotel WHICH I WAS NOT DOING and which I made sure he understood later. He spent the rest of dinner asking me which hotel I was looking at and I kept telling him I didn’ tknow yet b/c I wasn’t sure what money looked like. I was going to pick one when we got there and see who gave us the best price. At the least I wanted like 100$ to cover a dump somewhere on 192 or to get a campground and set up the tent at Ft Wilderness lol

So I picked a hotel, a new one I’ve never stayed at, and figured he was going to call and see what price he could get and let me know (he had asked me to call and tell them we were Fla resident/season passholders and whatnot). We left to go bowling (it was Sunday) and I get a call at the alley and he’s telling me I have reservations. So I spent ten minutes explaining I wasn’t asking him to bankroll my freaking birthday trip. He asked if we had money for food for that weekend. I give up.

So we have reservations for the Coranado in November and he got the damn room for 117$ (tax included) a night. In other words, it wasn’t much more than the Clarion or Wyngate or a nicer (but not 4/5 star) room down on 192. I don’t feel as guilty over him paying for the room.

We’re headed to Orlando in November, just the two of us! We were looking at the Keys, but… I’m not really a drinker, and neither of us love the beach, so it seemed kind of silly to head that way.