From BTO to Willie Nelson.
Kinsey flew down to spend the day with me on the show floor on Tuesday. We moseyed around for a few hours in the AM, then took a quick trip back to our room to rest. And when we got back in the afternoon, THEY WOULDN'T LET HER IN! Apparently you have to be 14, even though when I told the CHA press contact that my daughter was coming down, she did not ask her name.
We got "escorted" to the show office, like we were trying to steal the bling off the show floor or something.
I asked if they were going to reimburse my daughter's ticket, since it was their error. "Oh, I don't have the authority to do that." But you have the authority to keep a well-behaved 7-year-old off the floor.
Neve mind that we saw at least a dozen other kids.
I cannot talk about this too much or I will get all jazzed up all over again, and I just recently achieved a level of calmness this side of sane.
ANYWAY, we hit Downtown Disney, had room service, and watched Enchanted for the third time.
A good time was had by all. And now we are on our way home. More tonight! In the meantime...