Home, where my music's playing, home...
So I just got back from Orlando, and it feels like I've been gone forever. I left like right after my last class on tuesday and now I've got class tomorrow. Not that I regeret going, though. I had a great time.
The best part of my trip was getting to hang out with Russell. He met me at the Magic Kingdom, because he just happened to have that day off. We went out every night I was there. I went with him and two of his Disney friends to this place called the Alehouse. Russell said it had been voted the #1 place to get laid in Orlando. We didn't stay long enough to find out; we pretty much just ate dinner there. We also went to Pleasure Island, which was pretty cool. We met these girls from Ireland who were drunk as hell. Unfortunately, we didn't get any. We had a lot of fun though.
My parents are wusses. We left Orlando at like 11:00 AM, and we should've gotten back to Mandeville by 11:00 PM, even with the Florida/Frorida State traffic and the regular holiday traffic. Then they found out that it was supposed to rain. They didn't want to drive in the rain at night, so we stayed in Pensacola. Pensacola!! Worse than that, they didn't have any non-smoking rooms at the La Quinta where we had made reservations. Our rooms stank like a whore with a gland problem...who smoked. At least I'm back home.
I want to get fucked up tonight. Call me if you feel the same way.
The best part of my trip was getting to hang out with Russell. He met me at the Magic Kingdom, because he just happened to have that day off. We went out every night I was there. I went with him and two of his Disney friends to this place called the Alehouse. Russell said it had been voted the #1 place to get laid in Orlando. We didn't stay long enough to find out; we pretty much just ate dinner there. We also went to Pleasure Island, which was pretty cool. We met these girls from Ireland who were drunk as hell. Unfortunately, we didn't get any. We had a lot of fun though.
My parents are wusses. We left Orlando at like 11:00 AM, and we should've gotten back to Mandeville by 11:00 PM, even with the Florida/Frorida State traffic and the regular holiday traffic. Then they found out that it was supposed to rain. They didn't want to drive in the rain at night, so we stayed in Pensacola. Pensacola!! Worse than that, they didn't have any non-smoking rooms at the La Quinta where we had made reservations. Our rooms stank like a whore with a gland problem...who smoked. At least I'm back home.
I want to get fucked up tonight. Call me if you feel the same way.