(no subject)
So this weekend in Orlando was interesting. I went with Lauren and her parents to visit her brother Justin and his boyfriend Diego. The day we got there, which was yesterday, we had lunch at Seasons 52, a restaurant whose menu changes with each season. Well, the chipotle chicken flatbread that we got as an appetizer was delicious (everyone agreed), but the way they presented our deserts was the best part. After everyone ate what was ordered, the waiter came over with about seven or six cups that were a little bigger that shot glasses, filled with each of their different desserts. Basically he came over with them and said, "Hey guys, here's some dessert in case you want it," but it was done so mischievously. And they were all delicious!! I had mango strawberry cheesecake, and the carrot cake was pretty good as well.
After our after-lunch/before-dinner meal, we headed over to Universal Studios to see the Blue Man Group. Now, when the whole trip was being planned, I wasn't that enthused about going to see them. Their use of tubes and random objects for percussion instruments in cool, but I wasn't that into it. But once the show started and I got to see how involved the audience was in the performances, I did have fun.
There was one problem, though.
For one of their skits, the blue men went out into the audience, walking around the aisles or stepping over people's chairs until they would stop at a person and stare at them for a long time. Well, it just so happens that I was one of the people that a blue man decided to stare at, which made me really uncomfortable. Eventually he went away and joined the other two. Well, the lights went out a few minutes later (a part of the show), and they continued to go around staring at people. Well, the same guy came back over to me, staring for what seemed like forever, and then the other two men came and stared at me as well. That's when I started to realize that they were trying to decide on someone to pick from the audience to go onstage. I wanted to get up and bolt the hell out of there, but it was too late; the blue guy that had been staring at me first reached out for my hand, and thus I was pulled on stage.
With everyone staring and cameras on me too, I could have died of pure nervousness right then and there. Well, the skit, it so happens, was one where I was supposed to be on a "date" with the three of them. They pulled out a radio and we all bobbed our heads to it; then we ate twinkies and had to eat them a certain way, and we fed each other, etc. All of this I did while I was completely nervous, and while they stared at me and didn't say anything. I just tried to go along with the joke and hoped that what I did worked. I was so glad to finally get offstage, but I have a polaroid of me and a blue man while my cheeks are filled with twinkie. Oh boy.
And guys I will give you an update on the adventures in London and Paris, but I can't upload any of my pictures right now, which I would like to do at the same time. Later loves.
After our after-lunch/before-dinner meal, we headed over to Universal Studios to see the Blue Man Group. Now, when the whole trip was being planned, I wasn't that enthused about going to see them. Their use of tubes and random objects for percussion instruments in cool, but I wasn't that into it. But once the show started and I got to see how involved the audience was in the performances, I did have fun.
There was one problem, though.
For one of their skits, the blue men went out into the audience, walking around the aisles or stepping over people's chairs until they would stop at a person and stare at them for a long time. Well, it just so happens that I was one of the people that a blue man decided to stare at, which made me really uncomfortable. Eventually he went away and joined the other two. Well, the lights went out a few minutes later (a part of the show), and they continued to go around staring at people. Well, the same guy came back over to me, staring for what seemed like forever, and then the other two men came and stared at me as well. That's when I started to realize that they were trying to decide on someone to pick from the audience to go onstage. I wanted to get up and bolt the hell out of there, but it was too late; the blue guy that had been staring at me first reached out for my hand, and thus I was pulled on stage.
With everyone staring and cameras on me too, I could have died of pure nervousness right then and there. Well, the skit, it so happens, was one where I was supposed to be on a "date" with the three of them. They pulled out a radio and we all bobbed our heads to it; then we ate twinkies and had to eat them a certain way, and we fed each other, etc. All of this I did while I was completely nervous, and while they stared at me and didn't say anything. I just tried to go along with the joke and hoped that what I did worked. I was so glad to finally get offstage, but I have a polaroid of me and a blue man while my cheeks are filled with twinkie. Oh boy.
And guys I will give you an update on the adventures in London and Paris, but I can't upload any of my pictures right now, which I would like to do at the same time. Later loves.