Photos: The Florida trip, first batch

And here I thought going through this backlog of photos was going to feel more like a chore than anything else, how wrong I was.  This is the first set of photos I took while in Florida, where my friends and I spent an afternoon at Disney’s MGM Studios, and then the rest of the evening at Epcot, where we partook in the goal of eating and drinking every single country during the Epcot International Food and Wine Festival.

Lots of the nationalities present served up some pretty good things here and there, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t admit that we (3/5 of us) were also there to get our drinky-drink on.  That being said, as the evening progressed and sangrias, mimosas and regional boozes devolved into beer, double-fisting and gratuitous photo-bombing, it’s debatable on whether or not we might have been some of the drunker people on the premises.

So much for the happiest place on earth.

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Desperately Seeking Shay

Whatcha reading?” she asked, coming down the lobby steps behind where I was sitting.

The voice was mostly unfamiliar, but I had an inkling of whom it could possibly be.  I looked up, and she was now in front of my table.  She smiled, and asked if anyone was sitting with me.  I said no.  She asked if I minded if she hung out for a little bit.  I smiled this time, and said by all means.  She sat down, drinking a strawberry daiquiri.  A waitress came by, and she ordered another.  I ordered another Bloody Mary.

We met briefly the night before.  Her table was next to mine during dinner.  She was in a party of three, with another couple.  When my table’s food arrived, both our tables got quiet, and all eyes were on the entrees brought out to us.  She glanced over and said to me that I should let her know how my entrée was.  I smirked and said will do.  In all honesty, despite thinking it was good initially, the more I think back to it, I didn’t really think it was all that great.  I ended up forfeiting half of it, because I was full on snack bar junk food, and the far superior seafood ceviche not too terribly long ago, and I simply didn’t want to finish this fish.

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