Finally an excuse!
I have wanted for years to go to Orlando. Disney World, Universal, MGM, Epcot---I've always wanted to go. I want to see the resident Cirque show there, Kooza. I want to see a lot of stuff there. I would totally buy a weeklong package and spend it all there. I would love to give Florida my tourist money for this.
I have not had the opportunity to go yet. I've been to Florida, once, but the person I was with is so vehemently opposed to anything even remotely touristical that she would have gnawed her own arm off rather than go with me. And who wants to go to a theme park alone? Really. And I had flown in and had no transportation so I was at her mercy the entire time. (This was the same woman who when I mentioned I wanted to go on a Caribbean cruise, lectured me for half an hour on how the cruise lines oppress Jamaicans and Haitans and are generally teh Ebil. She has a preternatural ability to suck the wind out of any good excitement I had about stuff, a walking breathing wet blanket.)
Anyway, now I have this to look forward to, so FUCK YEAH I'M GOING TO GODDAMN ORLANDO! I mean it!
And I'll be driving the Florida Keys. Something I really want to do (mostly to see if I can find Jake's Place in Key West) that was the only thing on her "approved list of things to do in Florida." Hell I'm lucky I got to see Kennedy Space Center, but even then I had to beg to.
It's amazing the crap you'll put up with when someone a) says they're your friend and b) holds your own book hostage over your head for ten years.
To those who read Pont-au-Change, perhaps you are gaining insight on why the sabbatical was necessary. Among other things. I haven't given up on the books, not by a long shot. But I need some recovery time to get the association of book with bad out of my system. In the end it'll be a good thing that I can get excited about any writing anymore. When I can get excited about picking up where I left off, then I'll be back on it.
I hadn't meant this to be about all this crap. I meant it to be a "God yes, I'm so going here!" post. In the midst of which I was trying to remember why I hadn't gone before, and then I remembered why.
Oh, and that reminds me:
GORDON FUCKING LIGHTFOOT! GORDON FUCKING LIGHTFOOT! GORDON FUCKING LIGHTFOOT!
I have not had the opportunity to go yet. I've been to Florida, once, but the person I was with is so vehemently opposed to anything even remotely touristical that she would have gnawed her own arm off rather than go with me. And who wants to go to a theme park alone? Really. And I had flown in and had no transportation so I was at her mercy the entire time. (This was the same woman who when I mentioned I wanted to go on a Caribbean cruise, lectured me for half an hour on how the cruise lines oppress Jamaicans and Haitans and are generally teh Ebil. She has a preternatural ability to suck the wind out of any good excitement I had about stuff, a walking breathing wet blanket.)
Anyway, now I have this to look forward to, so FUCK YEAH I'M GOING TO GODDAMN ORLANDO! I mean it!
And I'll be driving the Florida Keys. Something I really want to do (mostly to see if I can find Jake's Place in Key West) that was the only thing on her "approved list of things to do in Florida." Hell I'm lucky I got to see Kennedy Space Center, but even then I had to beg to.
It's amazing the crap you'll put up with when someone a) says they're your friend and b) holds your own book hostage over your head for ten years.
To those who read Pont-au-Change, perhaps you are gaining insight on why the sabbatical was necessary. Among other things. I haven't given up on the books, not by a long shot. But I need some recovery time to get the association of book with bad out of my system. In the end it'll be a good thing that I can get excited about any writing anymore. When I can get excited about picking up where I left off, then I'll be back on it.
I hadn't meant this to be about all this crap. I meant it to be a "God yes, I'm so going here!" post. In the midst of which I was trying to remember why I hadn't gone before, and then I remembered why.
Oh, and that reminds me:
GORDON FUCKING LIGHTFOOT! GORDON FUCKING LIGHTFOOT! GORDON FUCKING LIGHTFOOT!