Must be the Night Fever

After my conference Monday I went and did the usual-- worked out.

Then I did a little swimming around. I'm sure ZackPe categorizes waterslides up there with Chuck-E-Cheese and Camaros but, screw it, I went down the waterslide a few times at my hotel pool. A little hot tubbing to top it off and I'm ready to hit Downtown Disney.

The coworker I'm traveling with decided to stay in his room, eat pizza and work so I had to fly solo which is fine since Disney makes everything very easily accessible.

I found a nice little Cuban restaurant and worked hard to spend my gigantic $35 per diem but did so after a few mixed drinks, appetizers, dinner, dessert and Cuban coffee. Man, how am I gonna create a caloric deficit here? Answer: obviously I'm not. But in this world down here of fat asses I look like I've been stricken with AIDS.

Downtown Disney is broken into 2 parts-- a Marketplace for shopping and Pleasure Island which, to my disappointment, a series of nightclubs. I went to a place off PI and found a theater where I caught MI:3. I'll give it a 6.5/10. It's like pron-- the dialog sucks but the action scenes are worth waiting for.

Waiting for the bus back to the resort I chatted it up with a young dude who had obviously been trolling PI for young chickies. I asked if any locals came to PI or was it all tourists? He was all like "man, I dunno. I'm from Memphis." Snap, I can't get away from that place. He was a cool dude-- he is the keeper of the Blue Bus. Remember that old school bus that the U or M alums put together and painted so they could tailgate at games? Apparently, that thing lives at his house.

Aight, I gotta go to more conferences. These things are so gosh damn boring I'm gonna surf the net for my next career move. Coming to this conference may have been the worst thing I could have done for my career-- these are some fuggin' boring folks and horrendous topics.