4. Headphones (for the driver, aka Dad) I spent a generous portion of the drive in the second row attempting to comfort our wildly active and agitated son. This is turn meant that Ryan also spent a great deal of time riding solo, staring at the road ahead. Being naive to the situation (and Aviana’s known dictatorship of the radio) he would attempt to tune into ESPN radio from time to time. Yet, this would immediately result in a ridiculous outburst as she did not want to listen to ‘football.’
Fortunately for Ryan, one of few items he packed for the actual road trip portion was indeed, headphones. Bottom line: the last minute decision to pack headphones was the single BEST decision Ryan Graves made in 2018.
5. ALWAYS check the name on the Starbucks cup to confirm that it is in fact YOUR name. At exactly 3:43 PM (7-hours into our adventure), we had decided that we were going to muscle through and complete the remainder of the drive to Orlando. We had contemplated staying overnight in northern Florida, but once we made it to Savannah in good time and in good spirits, we made the call. We were going for it. And with that, we would DEFINITELY need Starbucks.
So, after fueling up, coffee was the next item on the agenda. Per usual, there were 8-million other people also seeking a mid-afternoon caffeine fix. Ryan and I took turns taking the kids to the bathroom while waiting in line and ordering our highly anticipated beverages: a Cold Foam Brew for myself and Americano for Ryan. After wrestling 3-kids (while Ryan did God knows what outside, alone and in peace) in a congested space for what seemed like an eternity, they finally called, ‘Ryan.’ I grabbed the freshly crafted coffees and made a quick exit. After all, we had places to go (and escape from). Once everyone was back into their appropriate restraints, it was time to get moving.
The smell of strong caffeine filled the van and we were all gleaming with optimism. All of us except Ryan.
Approximately 12-seconds after exiting the Starbucks driveway and turning onto a very busy one-way highway, it was then that Ryan’s beverage first hit his lips and he realized that his beloved drink was in fact, not his. It was instead some sort of sugary seasonal latte. (Ryan despises sweetener in his coffee. Ryan also hates wasting time.)
This provoked an enormous eruption of frustration. Quite frankly, he was irate. We still had a significant drive ahead of us and now it was either a) suffer through an incorrect beverage or b) turn around and go reclaim what was his. With Americano dreams still fresh on his mind, he whipped the van around at the first median and raced thru traffic, turning on one wheel back into the Starbucks lot as he RAN back inside to retrieve his $4.29 Americano. With everyone satisfied, we were off (again!).
Caffeine, check. Headphones, check. Next stop, Orlando!