Have I mentioned that I am usually late?
Aug 25
It’s not something I plan on, by any means. Making a grand entrance calls too much attention to me and makes me uncomfortable. but inevitably two or three little things hold me up. (Usually Emily and Faith and sometimes one or both of the boys.)
So, I went to the Hard Rock Cafe in Orlando on Saturday night to see Sheila, who I was very lucky to meet at BlogHer09 and fall in love with when she peed her pants. (She didn’t *really* pee her pants. But when she spilled her drink on her lap, it sure looked like she did, and that’s all that matters to us cackling hens, yanno!) Her husband and son are tres adorable-I spent much of dinner chatting it up with Travis about Universal Studios. He’s a chatterbox, which I was totally prepped for, having a daughter the same age. (Sometimes I have to literally BEG Emily to stop talking because my ears are going to bleed if I listen to one.more.errant.thought. that she lets slip past the filter But that’s another post, my dears!)
I got to see Adam and Britt again, which was super cool. Adam is being prude about sharing the theme for his world-famous Halloween party, “Avitaween,” just yet, but I completely forgive him because he knows every word to Britney Spears’ ‘Womanizer’ and isn’t afraid to prove it. And, Britt, you know, I just love her. I have a completely heterosexual girl-crush on her because she is fun and so real-I actually get kind of tongue tied around her because I want her to like me so much. I know, total. dork. And on the not-so-completely-heterosexual side, I am totally crushing on Hilly now, too-I’m fairly certain we briefly met at another gathering a while ago while she was in town visiting Britt, but we didn’t actually talk and I met fifteen other O-town peeps there, so I’m not 100% sure. This time we got to chit chat a bit, and she freaking rocks. And she’s freaking gorgeous, too, which someone ought to tell her every single day because, hello! GORGEOUS!
After dinner, complete with a Thriller re-enactment in the middle of the adjacent dining room, Sheila’s boytoy (*giggle*) and her little man went their own way and the rest of us moved on to Rising Star in CityWalk. I had never been to karaoke before, and I had all kinds of preconceived notions about what it would be like. Let me tell you, if you haven’t been, GO. It’s WAY more entertaining than you think-even if you won’t torture the crowd by getting on stage yourself. Some people sing so well you think they sound better than half the shit you hear on the radio. Some *might* sing well if they weren’t totally wasted. Some can’t stop giggling enough to even choke out the lyrics scrolling in front of their faces. And some wear way too tight, too white, too short, and too low cut dresses for their, granted, in great shape, but pasty and grandma-year old bodies up on stage to belt out “Proud Mary” while doing a shimmy that gave some of our party the heaves. Just sayin’! Sheila was still fighting the bug she thankfully didn’t pass on to Bri or I, lol, so she ended up leaving early. It sucks we didn’t get more time to profess our undying love for one another, but I love her enough to want what’s best for her-even if it means she leaves me. *sniff* The rest of us left on a high note, so to speak, after a patron and the emcee gave a crowd-pleasing performance of ‘Baby Got Back’ that had half the women dancing in front of the stage-including a bachelorette who could really shake the little tush she was working with-and the other half dancing in their seats.
It was a good time-well worth the four hours total driving time. And speaking of driving….let me take a moment to please remind you to just pay attention when driving. We came upon an accident scene on the way home that appeared involved a bicyclist who was hit by a car. He looked to be in very bad shape, and we said a prayer for him. Since my oldest lost his father in an accident, I feel a stab of empathy whenever I see a bad accident. Not that I didn’t before, of course, but now I KNOW how it feels to have to tell a child he’ll never see his Daddy again on Earth. Also? I ran over a small alligator outside of Clermont. Brian told me to go back. I told him I could drop him off and he could walk back, because I wanted to get home, thank you very much!
Oh, and a word of advice? If you weigh over 200 lbs, maybe wearing heels to the Hard Rock isn’t such a good idea. The walk from the freaking parking lot to the restaurant had to be almost two miles, and by the time I made it there, I already had blisters forming. I toughed it out until we left Rising Star, but by that time the blister on my left baby toe was so bad I couldn’t put my foot in my shoes at all without wanting to find a cigar cutter and remove it. So I carried my shoes and walked barefoot back to the car. I had some hand sanitizer in the car which became foot sanitizer, and when I got home, I washed and Lysol’d my feet. Because-Circle K feet is not a good look. Especially when paired with blisters on four toes. Guess I’ll be giving myself ghetto-fabulous home pedis until they heal, because OMG, the worst one still feels like an icepick in the toe!
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