|The MUN team at 5:30 am in front of the bus before we get on the road. Jam and I will follow behind them.|
I know I put it in the car. And I know it was in the passenger seat. Ryan helped me with the crate, perhaps it fell out when we moved it. Crap, the bus is going to get ahead of me. I pull over and start to do my OCD madwoman search for the coat. No coat. CRAP. WHERE IS THE COAT?
Perhaps it fell out literally on the ground in front of the library. So I drive back to the library and look. NO. ARGH!!!!! I could scream. Actually, I do a little foot stomp and some hair pulling, but nothing too dramatic as the guard in the guard shack can see me. Then I see a jacket and pull it out. There, crumpled up with the jacket is his coat. Woot!
The bus is now about 7-9 minutes ahead of me. Poo sticks.
Things remained uneventful until it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't have the check for the hotel.
"Michele. Do you have the check for the hotel or do I?" I said into my iPhone. Inside, I know the answer.
"No. I don't. It's back in my office. I'll get off at the next exit and go back." Mind you, we are 50 miles into the trip. Jam is sleeping peacefully. I get off at the next exit and start back to Tampa. Michele calls and says we should just charge it and to forget about the check. I get back on the highway towards Orlando. The bus is a good 15 minutes ahead of me. There is no way I am catching up.
This is where usually I make a very bad mapping decision. Where most people would just stay the course and keep on track, I, however, feel the need to fly off the handle and flail about wildly. Generally, this is very amusing to the people around me and someone can say, "Cheryl, that doesn't make sense" and I won't do it. However, all I have is Jam and he is snoring, so instead of staying on 417 like I should have, I decided that my GPS system knew a better way. This is the same GPS system that took me on only surface streets to a place near Orlando because I had inadvertently set some button to not use the highway. Seriously? There's a button that does that? Who wants that button?
I'm a bit like Michael Scott when it comes to GPS systems.
So, after the tollbooth, I don't listen to Michele tell me that it's super easy to get to Panera from 417, I get off 417 and start out on the surface streets. It's 22 miles. Several miles later, it's still 22 miles and I'm confused and I call Michele.
"Where are you? Have you gotten to Panera yet?" I'm still the same distance away from Panera that I was 10 minutes ago. I seem to have gone back in time. I hate Orlando. Michele starts to tell me about how to get to Panera and I don't have the heart to tell her that I am no where near 417. I just agree.
I arrive 20 minutes later. Jam has been popping up and looking out the window and then looking at me accusingly: "Why are we STILL on the road?" It's kind of like the look he is giving me below on the bus.
|Jam sitting on a bus. He is looking up at the camera from the space in front of the seats.|
|Jam and Andre at UCF's campus at the beginning of the KNIGHTMUN tournament. Jam is lying down in coat.|
|Jam is lying down and contemplating the far distance as the kids try to figure out where they are going.|
|Jam and Michele in the Courtyard Marriott hotel room. Jam is sitting by the bed.|