Dynamite's Diary - 5th August 2021

I decided to put my weekend break idea to the test yesterday. Once Dad wasn't so teary-eyed and shaky, I told him that it would be super cool if we could have a weekend adventure together, just the two of us. We haven't been able to have as many family outings recently, so this would be a good time. Plus, time spent away does wonders for the mind, especially if you're dealing with a no-good "bestie" who treats you like crap.

And then, just to show Dad that I was super serious about the idea, I told him that he could choose the place that we could go to. Boy, he was chuffed about that. That instantly put an end to his blues. Mission accomplished! X)

Of course, he chose Disney World straight away. Honestly, I would have preferred it if he hadn't. We've been there so many times and it would cost us way too much money. Besides, I've outgrown it anyway. Even the Tower of Terror does nothing for me anymore. The only ride I would choose to still go on is Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, and that's just because that ride takes you into Hell for some reason (no really, I've been on it myself and the ride ends with you travelling through the fires of Hells whilst that creepy judge laughs at you). But that's at California, and Dad wants to go to Florida instead.

Couldn't we have just gone with a trip to the nearby gun rally or a road trip around the desert instead? It would save a lot more money for starters, and we wouldn't have to travel out of the state. Oh, and we wouldn't have to deal with the big crowds.

But hey, I guess if Dad wants to go, he can. I said earlier on that he needed the break, and maybe this is what will help him get over that whole Marshall business. If Disney World makes him happy, then so be it.

So now we've just spent the whole day packing everything we need. The face masks, the toothbrushes, the toothpaste, the passports, my iPod, the works. It's been pretty hectic, but I think it's all sorted out now. I'm surprised that Dad's not taking a six-pack of beer with him, but I guess he'll be able to get his fix at the hotel we choose to stay at.

Oh, and Dad's decided to take our pets too. So that's another slight problem. Dad just won't settle with any alternative. He won't let a friend look after them or let them stay at the kennels (though one's a turtle, so maybe it wouldn't have worked anyway). He didn't even support my idea of letting my friend Gemma handle them, even though she's good with pets. So now we have to work out how to sneak them through the airport without being caught out in the process.

I called my mates to let them know what was going on, so our camping trip is now taking place next weekend. They were pretty chill about it, which was a good thing. Now I just need to think how to make the most of this weekend. Eh, I guess giving Tower of Terror another go wouldn't be much harm, right?