Margie did yeoman’s duty last night in sifting through various deal on travel and lodging for our holiday travels. With her conference scheduled so close to Christmas, the big question was whether we’d go to Orlando, come home a few days, then go out to SoCal (which we did the last time), or just go direct from one to the other. It looks like the latter is the cheapest and easiest, even if it maximizes the time we’ll be actually away from the house. (I don’t say maximizes the vacation time, since I will have a finite amount requiring me to work much of the time I’m in SoCal — so be it.)
Even though the conference is not being held at the quasi-Disney resort hotels of the Swan and Dolphin, but at the nearby Orlando World Marriott Complex Thingie, we’re going to be staying once again at Port Orleans at WDW (great rate), and renting a car (which also gives us some non-conference opportunities to do a tad of touring and visiting outside of the park). I get the onerous duty of playing Mr. Mom and escorting Katherine through the various WDW parks — gads, say it ain’t so!
It will make December pretty insane, of course, moreso than usual (and makes getting Christmas cards out on time a necessity, but it should be a lot of fun.
Hey, when you’re in SoCal, let’s see if we can do dinner sometime. I’d love to meet you and the rest of the family.
I’ll have to see how it goes. The holidays are usually pretty insane on our visits, and I’ve got at least one correspondent in the queue … but, yeah, it would be fun.
Don’t hold your breath, Ian. I’ve been trying to get Dave to visit his ol’ high school chum for years (I’m the aforementioned “correspondent in the queue,” I suspect), but he avoids Riverside like it’s a plague-infested cesspool.
Hey, Dave, if you do swing by, we could watch the Star Wars Holiday Special! (Umm… That’s not really more of an incentive than a plague-ridden cesspool, is it?)