Road Trip

We’ve arrived at Disney. I discovered that the back seat is the place to be on long trips, and I won’t be driving anymore. LMJ and I had a blast singing songs and eating pizza and goldfish while MJ and CJ were up front arguing about where the next Starbucks was and if we should stop at this one or keep going. We’re staying at the Pop Century Resort tonight, which has a decade theme. We’re in the 70’s building. It was dark when we arrived so the only things we noticed were the giant Big Wheel, the giant Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head, and the giant Foosball players in the courtyard. It’s cramped but we’re at Disney, and we’re staying at the Polynesian tomorrow night. I’d like to see more of the Pop Century but we’re not here to play in the pool. We’re here to ride rides and eat turkey legs. Orlando sucks. If there’s a fender bender on I-4 the whole city shuts down, and there’s a fender bender every twenty minutes. I’ve never liked this town. It’s every tourist cliché all wrapped up into one messy metropolis. We went to IKEA to eat cheap hotdogs and browse for cheap furniture, but they were closing when we arrived. We thought they were open until nine and they’re only open until eight. I’m posting this a day or two late because I’m not paying ten dollars for interweb access when I’m only going to be here for ten hours. A dollar an hour is a bit steep, especially when I’m going to be sleeping for most of that time and it would be a little bit awkward downloading porn with my mother-in-law in the room. MJ has us on some extreme Disney Warrior Challenge schedule where we need to be banging on the gates before 8 a.m. so we don’t miss an instant of fun, even if it kills every one of us.