Alaska bound

Darcy accepted a job working for three weeks in Alaska. She will be one of fourteen interpreters on an Alaskan vacation adventure, including a seven-day cruise to British Columbia. She and her mentor flew from Orlando in the early morning, and I suggested we spend the night because I did not want to awake and drive I4 at 3:30 a.m.

Hubby got perturbed at the idea, ranting along the lines of entitlement and wealth until I reminded him of my Wyndham albatross. 

Hello! We make payments whether we use these damn points or not!

Good thing he didn't come with us because Wyndham upgraded me from a two-bedroom to a three-bedroom in a unit larger than my house. 

It was an enjoyable evening with pizza, wine, and fireworks on the roof of the owner's lounge.

The following day, I dropped off the two interpreters and their excessive amount of luggage at the ungodly hour of six-thirty. Then, because Wyndham requires a two-night minimum stay, I spent the day writing while Madison explored the resort.

Madison: "I found where the sales pitches happen. A very nice area. So, I explored. I went up this large staircase and peeked into rooms with tables and chairs. They had little refrigerators with waters and sodas and snacks. No one was in the offices, but as I wandered, I heard footsteps. I had nowhere to hide. This guy appeared and asked if I was being nosy, and I told him I certainly was!"

It poured that evening, so there was no firework display. Instead, I continued writing. Madison exercised by skipping from one end of the unit to the other until she eventually got tired and settled down to do some work for the upcoming school year. About ten o'clock, I threw in a load of laundry.

I always overpack, and every trip, I say I won't, and then I do. So, this time I didn't.

Me: "I'm taking the clothes I'm wearing in the car and one other outfit. I'll wash them in the unit. Well, unless something happens to the washing machine. Then, I'm screwed."

Oh, foreshadowing.

I showered, wore my Presidential Wyndham robe, wrote, and realized I didn't hear the washing machine. Thinking it complete, I went to shift the clothes to the dryer. Unfortunately, the washer was still full of water, and still not comprehending, I figured I'd disrupted the cycle and started the machine again. 

But I did stand there. When the machine started a series of clicking noises, I knew I'd jinxed myself--at eleven o'clock at night. I texted the Wyndham support number and explained that if they didn't want me checking out in my birthday suit the following morning, they'd better send someone to help.

They did. Maintenance arrived at eleven thirty and had the issue resolved before midnight! The lock on the machine was broken and only needed replacement.

No nudity happened the next day, thank goodness. 

But I think I shall keep overpacking. 

Chalk up another girls' trip toward my resolution!