So I'm gonna be in beautiful Orlando, Florida sampling the exotic delights of Disney the latter half of this week, flying home Monday the 9th of May.
I'd like to say this will be a booze-and-narcotics driven adventure, a sort of Fear and Loathing vs The Mouse deal, but no, this is family. Kids. Grandparents. The Full Catastrophe.
I should have some blog entries from the trip, I'm takin' my laptop with me.
But you know, if I have any Florida-local readers who want to, um, get lost in the park with me, you know where to find me. I may also be open to post-park social invitations. Book early, and offer much.
Holy sh*t. If I had the cash, I'd totally stalk you at Disney. But I am in Miami and broke as hell right now. *pout* xo
C'mon. It's only a little apple. Take a bite.
We were somewhere around Orlando on the edge of the Magic Kingdom when the drugs began to take hold . . .
May the spirit of Raoul Duke be with you.
*cracks an amyl nitrate*
Have fun!
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You know, I have done that, at DW in california. It was, to say the least, a great fucking time.
As if D-land ain't already hallucinogenic!