Wait. I wrote this post way back in August and never posted it. In the vein of reliving the pleasant past, while also being thankful that it's no longer August in Orlando -- which can only be described with profanity -- I'm posting it now:
This weekend my best friend took a break from her hectic, summer off from law school social life to visit me in Orlando. Within an hour it was clear that I was the hostess with the mostest. Notice that that phrase is as equally ambiguous as it is nonsensical.
The fastest way to make a guest feel at home -- don't offer her parched soul a drink, wait for her to meagerly ask out of sheer dehydration, then leave the room to 'slip into something more comfortable' which will ultimately make said guest uncomfortably avert her eyes in nervous darts. I assumed, having met in third grade and having lived together in the past, that we were on the comfortable level where I could walk around nearly naked, which apparently is something one should never assume. Duly noted. (NTS: Possible chapter in Awkward Girl's Guide to Life). Sorry, Katy!
We got past those hiccups, had a few laughs over gummy bears and cheap wine in plastic cups (keeping it klassy with a capital K), and then went on to have a sweet two day reunion filled with lackadaisical lunches, movies, laughs at Neno's expense, and a dreaded trip to Disneyworld, which was as hot, miserable, and expensive as I thought it'd be. I may be a curmudgeon about this, but I am also right. Even the kids looked overwhelmingly unenthused, all red faced and whiny, with sweat drenched hair, bodies hanging uncomfortably out of strollers. I overheard one little girl say, "Don't touch me. It's too hot." As Katy said, "Disneyworld is a testament to how much parents love their kids." Unfortunately, I presume kids don't enjoy Disneyworld in the Orlando summer heat any more than their parents do.
My unimportant, unsolicited advice to the the world is this: Don't go to Disneyworld in August. Even if you do have a penchant for brainwashing children, lame rides, overpriced junk food, and a clusterfuck of sweaty tourists, it's too damn hot to enjoy any of the above. That said, I had a good time. Yay memories. And that said, I would cherish those memories all the same if we had visited a truck stop bathroom. Additional unsolicited advice: Do visit your friends who live far away. It was a much needed refresher to catch up with Roomie in our nonstop talkathon, which we'll have the opportunity to continue as Neno and I will be living in Houston for two months, September through November. I'm pretty excited about that.
My favorite of all of Katy's wise Facebook status updates from our weekend:
Apparently, when Mickey asks, "What's your dream?" The correct response is not, "To be a lawyer!" it's, "To be a princess!" lol! They should make a movie about a princess that grows up to be a partner at a law firm, or a Supreme Court Justice! She can find a prince charming along the way too ; )
