After a restful night in Macon, we left Little Darth in the capable hands of the grandparents and continued south. We had a blessedly uneventful drive and were thrilled to see sunshine and palm trees as we arrived at the Radisson late in the afternoon. We unloaded the truck and checked in, and set off to find some dinner that wasn’t McDonald’s.
We’ve got nothing against the Golden Arches, but after two days on the road, the grown-ups felt like sitting down to eat. We also wanted to drink our beverages out of real glasses.
We enjoyed a tasty dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings (sidebar…Does anyone else remember when they were called BW3’s? Do you remember the third W? I think DH thought I was crazy when I told him what it was.) and headed back to the hotel. DH decided to take a shower and relax. I took the boys down to the pool. Their excitement couldn’t be contained any longer. I mean, as a kid, what’s the point of summer weather if you can’t go swimming, right? They thoroughly enjoyed an hour in the sun before I dragged their pruny bodies upstairs.
I managed to get them to change into their pajamas before they threw their wet bodies down on the beds. Once we figured out the sleeping arrangements, we set about decoding the Sleep Number Beds. If asked, I’m pretty sure The Tweenager would tell you that those beds were one of the coolest parts of the trip.
So much for planning elaborate family vacations. Next time I’m just going to book a few nights at a Radisson with a pool.