What. A. Weekend.

I can barely keep my eyes open but I wanted to share this partly-debaucherous weekend with my one reader that wasn't able to partake in the festivities.

At 5:30PM Friday, I ran out of the office so fast I can't even remembered if I said "bye" to anyone. I was on my way to Orlando where I was going to be with some people very dear to me.

I landed in Orlando at 11PM, waited for C to get in at 11:30PM. By the time we stepped out of the airport, it was midnight. Apparently the hotel I booked provided a free shuttle to and from the airport, which I knew nothing about. C had printed out the info but the shuttle was no where to be found. Didn't know what to do but decided the best course of action was to splurge for a cab because we were on a mission - to hit the closest bar we could find and drink ourselves silly. The problem was that the closest bar was at Hooters, the time was 12:15AM and last call was at 12:50AM. We dropped our bags off in the room and ran like mad for Hooters, but not without first getting lost within the hotel.

So we get to Hooters and the staff was already shutting down so we ordered a few rounds of shots and a cocktail (which we downed like shot). The waitress could not kick us out soon enough and thus, we ended up in the Hooters parking lot eating Lots of Tots and wings.

If you were one of the very few that got a drunk dial that night - consider yourselves lucky!

The next morning, C and I woke up at an ungodly hour to eat at the hotel's free breakfast buffet. Really - how dare they call what we had a "buffet". We were disappointed and felt cheated out of our precious precious sleep.

TN came to pick us up and after a round of hugs and kisses, we went to eat more breakfast at a nearby Dennys. Not a smart idea because two breakfasts is not a bikini body make. We headed over to the resort where he was staying and hit the pool. TN made a great cabana boy with his rock hard abs and great daiquiri-getting skills.

Fast forward.

...to be continued. Must sleep...