The Disney

Yeah, I had to go to Orlando for work for 3 days and, lo and behold, I was staying at a Disney resort because that's where the conference was that I had to attend. I found Disney to be a kind of odd place when you are there with no children...and alone. First, in the Orlando airport there were kids just going nuts, running like maniacs all over, which drove me freaking bonkers. Like, bonkers.

So after a lot of eye rolling and death stares, I took the free "Disney Magical Express" shuttle to my hotel, where I swear the bus was just playing "its a small world" in a repeating loop, I don't know I just kinda zoned out. So Conference, yeah whatever, not important. But when I had free time, I just started hopping on all the random buses, because there was no way in hell I was going to buy a ticket to get in one of the parks (which, mind you is $75 goddamned dollars for a 1 day ticket). I just people watched outside, took the monorail to some of the hotels, shopped a bit, stopped for a few drinks, ya know there was not much else to do. They do have like, malls and normal things in Orlando, but Disney does not want you to go there. Because the money you spend there is not going toward anything Disney. Thus, its like, literally impossible unless you have a car, or want to pay enough for a cab to take you somewhere.

Oh ya, why do people bring babies to Disney? Like they give a shit. There were a number of couples there that had no other children but a little baby. Stupid ass waste of money.

Oh, and every single restaurant is either a chain, or some overpriced crap, or a chain that is worse than most other locations of the chain and more expensive to boot. I couldn't find anything to eat at that was tasty and non-chain. In 3 days I had a horrible appetizer at House of Blues, a salty ass overpriced appetizer at ESPN Zone, then I got excited to find a Todd English restaurant called bluezoo, where I ordered a nice flatbread and ended up getting a salt lick. I decided that it was best to just consume alcohol from there on out, which is how I ended up getting the worst hangover, literally, in my entire life. It made for one nasty, unpleasant flight home. Let's just say that Thursday night's dinner was the first actual food I had eaten since Tuesday at bluezoo.

That's really it. Redeeming quality was sun and 60+ degree temperatures (though I am still damned bitter that there was unseasonably cold weather the 3 days I just happened to be there). I dunno, I did enough Disney as a kid, I think its time to do adult trips. Yeah drinking and gambling w00t!