Amazed by the Humor of God

Roadtriiipppp!!

So this past weekend, Damion, Kelly, and I set out to undertake our first roadtrip together. The venue: a Ford Escort and more luggage than any 3 people need for a three day trip. But hey, it was all in the name of fun, so why not?!

We were projected to leave @ 2pm and actually did pull out of Beaty Towers back parking lot at that time but... we decided to make a pit stop a mile down the road at Leonardo's. I mean how could you not though?!

So we finally set out officially to seek out I-75 to begin our journey down to UCF's campus in Orlando to drop Kelly off for a fun night with her best friend from hs so that Damion and I can jet down to his home in Merritt Island and go shark fishing from 6 until MN. Oh if things could actually go with how you originally plan them...

We get to Orlando and we're like, "Sweet dude, we are rockin' on time efficiency here" and we pull off the exit for Downtown Orlando; which should have been the first sign that we were not following the right directions. Story in a nutshell: mapquest decided to take us to a remote cmapus of UCF that was located in downtown Orlando. It took the following 40 or so minutes to get turned around, back on the right track, and dropping Kelly off at the right UCF campus.

It is now 5:45 and the ship we are trying to catch is set to leave port @ 6:15 or so. The trouble with this little factoid: We're technically 55 minutes away from Merritt Island. So while we are still in the parking lot at UCF, Damion and I whip out our laptops and steal internet from UCF and combine google and mapquest maps to map out what we think would be the fastest track.

And so we set out. Problem numero dos (that's spanish for 'number two'): Orlando rush hour traffic. It takes us 30 minutes to go about 3 miles due to traffic lights, two car wrecks, and everyone on UCF treckin' out for a bite to eat. So we finally get on the road and mutually decide that we need to speed things up a little bit because we're just getting on the road when the ship is suppose to pull out. So Damion's making calls left and right trying to get them to hold the ship for us and spitting sun flower seeds out of his window every other beat. Fun stuff to watch I might add; oh, and did I mention he's driving a stick shift as well?

So we're about 15 minutes away and it is now 6:39 and Damion makes one last call to his youth minister and tells him we are 10 minutes away, please hold the ship. His youth minister says yea, sure, but only for 10 minutes.

Eight minutes down the road his sister calls him to tell him they were needing to pull out right then. So we're pretty disappointed, I mean we just traveled 4 hours to get to be 2 minutes away and not be able to go. But we decide to go down to the port anyways and lo and behold (yes, I have always wanted to say that) the ship is less than 100 yards out from where we are standing. Wow...what more is there to say?

So after a few shocked seconds I'm like, "Hey, why don't you ask that chum over there if they have a smaller motor boat that they could take us out there in." Damion concurs and so he walks over to the guy and asks him and the guy's response is, "I guess you could if you had your own boat." Wow, thank you Capitain Obvious! Why would we even be asking you in the first place if we had our own flipping boat?!

So we sulk back to the car and Damion decides to give me a grand ole tour of his home island. I mean we are at Cocoa Beach with the original Ron Jon surf shop. (Yea, the Ron Jon that you see signs for all the way up and down I-95 once you hit Florida from Georgia). So we drive around for a little while and decide to go down to the beach. While we're standing on the beach, Damion's brother calls him and says, "The waves are humungous out here and so we're turning around and rescheduling for next weekend."

Yet again, Wow....what more is there to say? You know, people always say "you can tell God has a sense of humor, just look at the platypus!" But this was a much more real life application. I mean, yes "they" have a point, but I have never seen a platypus in person. I've seen two guys travel 4+ hours and pay a bunch of money to watch the ship they were suppose to catch pull out of the port and then 25 minutes later get a call saying that we get a second chance to screw up next weekend. Now that, my good friends, is funny....