These are the moments

Real vacation memories are really not about Disney World or flying on airplanes. They are not about sightseeing or buying souvenirs.



They are about standing outside of your hotel at 3:00 a.m. in your skivvies, along with all other 27 guests, as the fire alarms blare, five police cars pull up, and two firetrucks arrive at the scene.



You got it. That's how we spent the wee hours of morning.



Yep, at 3 a.m., we got a VERY rude awakening. Blaring, honking alarms interrupting our blessed, slaved-for slumber (picture two hyper girls in a hotel room with birthday cake in their blood---you get my drift).



Out to the hall we went. Then, outside we went. In our jammies. Hanging with the other guests. Seeing what everyone really wears to bed. Now that's unexpected intimacy.



Anyway, the pieces of the story fit together like this:



Six young kids + 4 cases of beer=noise+many complaints=police. Kids get drift police are near. Two get caught and sit in back of police car. Two others run down stairs and pull fire alarm (this is where we come in) to create diversion= guests outside in pajamas. One other young guy races out amongst the pajama clad-guests yelling "Erica, Erica"=idiot. He obviously just drew attention to the fact that he was with the party. Oh, and add to the idiot factor that all guests have to sign a "no-noise, no-party" policy saying that police will be called if trouble arises. Enough said.



And the exclamation point: I am holding Livvy over my shoulder as she sleeps. She wakes up, barfs down the arm of my pajamas, turns head, barfs down the other arm of my pajamas. Too much cake? I start hysterically laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

When we finally go inside, we wash the jammies out in the sink and hang them over the shower rod. And the girls don't go back to sleep until 6 a.m.

Ahhhh....these are the moments to remember. Top that, Mickey Mouse.