I’m currently in Orlando, staying at one of the Disneyworld resorts where everything down to my bar of soap has a picture of Mickey on it. I’m here for a security trade show for work, and am still waiting for my coworkers to get ready. I was told we were meeting at 8am, so I pulled myself up at the west-coast buttcrack of dawn and waited, and waited, and waited, and finally woke them up at 8:20. Man, could have slept in an extra hour.
On the cab ride over to our hotel, we had this 60 year old Italian driver who loved to talk. He told us that he had an ex-wife, a wife and a girlfriend. I told him, I bet it sucks if your wife and girlfriend don’t get along. He said, if one of them don’t like it, who cares. If two of them don’t like it, you leave the city. If you got three women mad at you, you leave the country.
I met up with Muskrat and her husband One F last night and headed out to PF Chang’s. The Asian Pear Mojitos are awesome. It looks like married life is treating them well and they’re both a blast to be with. Sarah managed to bring up my junior high perm less than 10 times, and I’m proud of her for her restraint.