In the Land of Fat, Plastic and $4 Cokes
Disneyworld, dat's how Gary Z rolls.
Yep, I'm in Orlando all this week for a work conference. And y'all know my work-- software developer. I can't tell if this is an IT get-together or world's largest casting call for "Sixty-Year-Old Virgin." I periodically taunt my colleagues with remarks like "I once French kissed a girl, how 'bout you?" or "I've had sex... with a woman... booyah!!" or if someone wears shorts I gaze at their pasty legs and get all like "shat!! Return of the mummy!!!"
Okay, enough about my nerdy ilk-- of which I am one I reckon. I'm trying to get everyone updated on my goings-on down here with some scathing commentary, 'cause I know that's what y'all dig. Sick fugs that you are.
But for real, Orlando is not; "real" that is. It's a sterile, perfect plastic environment. We're staying in an area where the landscape was mowed over so that a replica of the Atlantic City boardwalk could be constructed.
But I have to remember to not view this place t/ the eyes of a 35-year-old, but try to imagine how Anna might view it. And I have a feeling that she would pee herself at the place I'm staying now.
The anti-rub to this. I don't care. I dig it. In fact, I could handle 80 degrees year round with no seasons. The best years of my life were living in Florida. I think that except for football season, the changing of the seasons is overrated. Wearing sweaters at football games is great, sweating at them is not. Otherwise I like running and riding while it's warm out. Del Boca Vista--here we come !!
The one thing I have never liked about DisneyWorld is the nickel and diming. I'm staying in a place on the property that's 3 bills a night but I have to pay $10 for internet service... and it's not even wireless. Heck, for 3 bills I should get free internet and a Swedish massage every night. Hmmm, might look into that.
I texted LP and told her there's more here to blog about than I remotely have time for but I'll try to keep everyone up to date.
Yep, I'm in Orlando all this week for a work conference. And y'all know my work-- software developer. I can't tell if this is an IT get-together or world's largest casting call for "Sixty-Year-Old Virgin." I periodically taunt my colleagues with remarks like "I once French kissed a girl, how 'bout you?" or "I've had sex... with a woman... booyah!!" or if someone wears shorts I gaze at their pasty legs and get all like "shat!! Return of the mummy!!!"
Okay, enough about my nerdy ilk-- of which I am one I reckon. I'm trying to get everyone updated on my goings-on down here with some scathing commentary, 'cause I know that's what y'all dig. Sick fugs that you are.
But for real, Orlando is not; "real" that is. It's a sterile, perfect plastic environment. We're staying in an area where the landscape was mowed over so that a replica of the Atlantic City boardwalk could be constructed.
But I have to remember to not view this place t/ the eyes of a 35-year-old, but try to imagine how Anna might view it. And I have a feeling that she would pee herself at the place I'm staying now.
The anti-rub to this. I don't care. I dig it. In fact, I could handle 80 degrees year round with no seasons. The best years of my life were living in Florida. I think that except for football season, the changing of the seasons is overrated. Wearing sweaters at football games is great, sweating at them is not. Otherwise I like running and riding while it's warm out. Del Boca Vista--here we come !!
The one thing I have never liked about DisneyWorld is the nickel and diming. I'm staying in a place on the property that's 3 bills a night but I have to pay $10 for internet service... and it's not even wireless. Heck, for 3 bills I should get free internet and a Swedish massage every night. Hmmm, might look into that.
I texted LP and told her there's more here to blog about than I remotely have time for but I'll try to keep everyone up to date.
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