inside joke

after leaving the symphony last night (which was a nice treat, especially since we were surprised by front row seats!), hubbie and i headed to the parking garage a few blocks away.  neither of us were carrying any cash, so i partly joked/partly mused aloud that hopefully the garage took credit cards.  hubbie assured me that credit was fine, so we made our way to our car and proceeded to the exit.

where the attendant told us that cards were not accepted.

unsure what to do, we instantly patted our pockets and began searching the car, feeling foolish and flustered.  hubbie told the attendant we had no cash, which was the truth, and she looked as unprepared to hear it as we felt telling her.  i started digging into my wallet for quarters, wondering if i could really find $5 worth in change.  after a few awkward moments, she told us we could pull over onto the side to let the line of cars behind us to pass, as long as we promised to pay her once we came up with the cash.

i did eventually find enough coins to be enough, so we paid her and went on our way.  as we drove home, we succumbed into a fit of giggles, laughing at ourselves and the constant idiotic situations we find ourselves in.

one such instance that immediately comes to mind was the very first cruise we took together when we first started dating.  we were set to sail from miami to jamaica and the cayman islands.  hurricane wilma happened to pass through a few days before we were to fly down to miami.  when we arrived at the airport, we realized that our flight had been canceled, so i called the cruiseline to ensure the ship was still leaving from the port of miami as scheduled.  we were told it was, so decided to fly to the closest open airport, which was ft. myers, rent a car, and drive the 150+ miles to miami.  we would barely make it, but it was worth a try.  once we touched down in ft. myers and were coasting down alligator alley, i called the cruiseline again to be informed that the port was closed and ship would not depart until the next morning... oh, and also that our itinerary had changed and we would not only be losing a couple days, but our destination was now the the bahamas.  good deal, right?  i think this was when i busted out laughing.  i remember hubbie's face then, asking me what was so funny about what was happening.  i told him that at this point, we could only laugh.  what else could possibly go wrong?

so we continued on, hoping we'd find a place to eat and stay for the night once we reached miami.  it was a ghost town, and not surprinsingly, in a state of disarray.  stores, restaurants, and gas stations were closed (though we did witness looters trying to break into the mini mart), and hotels were booked full (since people could not stay on the lower floors because of flooding).  it was dark by the time we found a hotel with a vacancy, though without electricity or hot water.  the front desk had to use a pencil and paper to imprint our credit card during check-in.  that night we feasted on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in a pitch-black room, where we lay side by side, laughing hysterically at our circumstances.

my husband and i like to tell this story because it was a building block of our relationship.  even though everything that could possibly go wrong, did, we were in it together, and still able to find it all rather humorous.

so whether or not we'll make it to our intended destination someday, we'll always have something to laugh about.