Now that you all know about the kind of fun things my dad and I do together, it is only fair to share some stories starring my mom. And this is how I stay the favorite daughter. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m their only daughter. That’s merely a coincidence.
Getting on with it, my mother and I are freakishly close. Have you seen Gilmore Girls? That’s nothing compared to the antics we get ourselves into. One of our favorite things to do together is travel. We have cruised through Alaska, gambled through Vegas, and hula-ed through Hawaii. My mom works in the travel industry so sweet vacations at even sweeter prices have spoiled me completely. I don’t know what we’ll going to do if she ever decides to retire.
A couple of years ago, I went on an international business travel seminar to Paris and London for my graduate program. It was my first trip to Europe and I went without her. A few months later, jealous that she wasn’t there when I experienced my first international adventure, my mom decided I would see Europe again. And I would do it with her.
We packed our bags and were on our way to England, a country she hadn’t seen in twenty thirty many years when she lived there as a little girl. We strolled through St. James’s Park, ate fish and chips, and wandered around Platform 9 ¾.
Exhausted from the flight, I snuggled into my roll-away bed and fell asleep to the sounds of Warwick Davis on a BBC talk show. Though my slumber was to be short-lived.
[tired and annoyed] “What?”
“Is that you?”
[getting more annoyed] “Is what me?”
“Don’t you hear that?”
[very annoyed] “No. I’m sleeping!”
But I did end up hearing what she was talking about. It sounded like rain hitting a plastic tarp. I begrudgingly got out of bed to locate the source of the noise. A guest in the room above ours had drawn a bath and then fallen asleep. The tub overflowed and was leaking from our ceiling directly into my suitcase. Luckily, I didn’t bother to remove anything from my Space Bags (the tarp) so everything was saved from a damp future. The Space Bags saved the day!
Mom called down to the front desk to let them know that the ceiling was leaking and if they could bring up some more towels as we had used all of ours trying to sop up the expanding puddle. Minutes later, a bellman shows up at our door with a single hand towel. Politely telling him that we would be needing more than just a single small towel, my mother closed the door and we promptly burst into a fit of giggles.
“Can you believe he only brought us one towel? What are we supposed to do, share it?”
“Well, you want to hear something really funny? When I first heard the water dripping, I thought you were wetting the bed!”
Yes, my mother had logically leapt to the conclusion that her grown daughter had pissed all over the bed. You know, since I do it all the time.
[through laughter] “What?!?! Why would you think that? You are so weird.”
[more laughter] “I don’t know. It was the first thing that came to mind.”
[laughing through tears] “Thanks for having such faith in me. You took your daughter all the way to Europe and she pees in the bed on the first night? Yeah, because that’s likely.”
We were doubled over, gasping for air because we couldn’t contain the hearty laughs and wiping the tears that streamed down our cheeks.
And that was the beginning of our journey. Two silly women with the same blue eyes and dimples in their chins hysterically laughing when they should have been sleeping. Regardless of the wet start, a fantastic vacation commenced.
Tomorrow, a new story begins. That’s right, we are once again boarding a transatlantic flight and making our way back to Europe.
Who knows what adventures await us this time.