In 1992, Dave went to Fort Knox for some special training (I could tell you about it, but then I'd have to....you know the rest). We found out that there would be a graduation ceremony at the end of his training, so we made plans to attend.
The trip from Detroit, where we were living at the time, to Fort Knox, Kentucky is only a little over 400 miles, so we decided to leave on a Thursday night after work. At that time, we had two cars. This one:
|Our Chevy Beretta|
|Yes, believe it or not, that's really us with our Pontiac Fiero|
Which one do you think we took? Yeah, I'm not sure why, either.
In reality, it was a good choice. There is a surprising amount of leg room in a Fiero. I'm not kidding, there is. There isn't a lot of room in the "trunk" for luggage, but we were only going away for a long weekend, so we didn't need more than one suitcase. Plus, the Fiero had a cool sunroof.
I didn't go inside while Mr. Willoughby checked us into the guest house, but I could see the lobby from the car. It looked really nice with elegant furnishings and area rugs. It gave me reason to be optimistic.
|Not the Fort Knox Guest House, for representational purposes only!|
We didn't have any problems at all until the next morning when it was time to get ready to leave for the graduation ceremony. I was wearing a blouse/skirt/heels combo and Mr. Willoughby was wearing a white dress shirt, tie, black dress pants, black shoes and white athletic socks. Somehow, neither of us had thought to pack his black dress socks. We didn't want to look like hillbillies, so we headed out to find a store on the base where we could get a pair of dress socks.
|Not Mr. Willoughby's feet|
After the ceremony, we all had plans to spend the weekend together in Cave City, Kentucky. It's a fairly touristy sort of place, but it was only an hour from Fort Knox and we knew we'd have fun visiting all of the attractions together.
|I'd tell you which one is Dave, but then I'd have to....you know the rest|
We had reservations at some mid-priced chain hotel, but Dave had made reservations at a new resort hotel in the area. He dogged us about it every chance he got, too. He talked about how nice this place was, how it was brand new, the view, the ammenities.....you get the idea. It was all in fun. So once we got into Cave City, we parted ways to check into our hotels with plans to meet at the fancy schmancy resort for dinner.
Our hotel turned out to be surprisingly nice. We had a clean, comfortable room and there was a nice game room and pool on the grounds. But it seemed oh so much nicer after we met up with Dave and found out his hotel was still under construction. Phase one was open for business, but the rest was still being built. The pool wasn't open yet, there was no game room and his air conditioning didn't work. You can guess who dogged who after that. After dinner, we stopped back at our hotel so Dave could see if they had any vacancies. They did. He switched.
|A picture that has absolutely nothing to do with|
this story except for the fact that we saw this cute little guy
in the parking lot of our hotel.
I felt this post was lacking an "Awwww" factor.
On Saturday, we spent the day touring the caves in the area. The entrance to Mammoth Cave can only be accessed by walking down a steep grade. I had no problem walking down it, but when we were ready to leave and had to walk back up it, I didn't feel like I could do it. I was hot and nauseous and had to stop every few minutes. I had no idea why I felt so bad (until a few weeks later when Clear Blue Easy gave me the answer).
|Me, at Mammoth Cave. I was a little pale that day.|
We did our best to squeeze every last drop of fun out of the weekend before it was time to say goodbye and head our separate ways. We don't see Dave nearly enough because he still lives so far away. We always have a blast when we do get together, though. But we still pick better hotels (sorry, Dave!).