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digitaldisciplineSo, after the amusement of meat, cheese, and Drunken Fun Jew on Friday night, K & I trundled off to Orlando on Saturday for a low-key hangout with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladysoleil & Silent P. Being teh smrt, I left my cell phone home, and incorrectly transcribed their exit number, so after a few wrong turns, we located their hotel and mused over possibly the dumbest, most non-linear dragon CG cartoon ever. We still have no idea wtf it was.
Onward, to. . . . Pirate Mini-Golf!
Okay, maybe I -am- getting acclimated. I was hot and sweaty, but far from death, but the NJ contingent needed a respite from the heat and the daystar, so we adjourned back to the hotel to cool off and do the White Bread Dinner Experience. . . err, I mean. . . go to Ponderosa.
Decent salad, OK jello, and one lousy fucking steak later, we headed back to the room to de-fatigue. Silet P snoozed in the room, while I crashed on a patio chair while the ladies took to the pool with something that looked generally like cranberry juice. Suitably refreshed, we touched base withaxissilverhand, who sounded under the weather, and the ladies and I ended up redeeming our second and third rounds of miniature golf . . . after laughing our asses off at Magnus XLR [?], which features a character named Jaime, who is uncannily like our friend Jaime, and featured a duct tape cameo.
Aside toangel_renewed: we've named the Strawberry Fanta and Coconut Rum concoction "Shame." - "You missed a pathetically easy one-foot putt. You taste shame." It helped M & K's game immensely, mine less so. ;-)
We headed back just shy of midnight to drop M back at her hotel, and trekked back to Tampa for the first session of Mord, Anime, and coral care.
Today: Football, coffee, and the sound of K laughing her ass off over "Whoose Boobs" on Liquidgeneration.com.
Remember to plunder some booty, and get all yer Vitamin Arrrrrr.
ladysoleil & Silent P. Being teh smrt, I left my cell phone home, and incorrectly transcribed their exit number, so after a few wrong turns, we located their hotel and mused over possibly the dumbest, most non-linear dragon CG cartoon ever. We still have no idea wtf it was.Onward, to. . . . Pirate Mini-Golf!
Okay, maybe I -am- getting acclimated. I was hot and sweaty, but far from death, but the NJ contingent needed a respite from the heat and the daystar, so we adjourned back to the hotel to cool off and do the White Bread Dinner Experience. . . err, I mean. . . go to Ponderosa.
Decent salad, OK jello, and one lousy fucking steak later, we headed back to the room to de-fatigue. Silet P snoozed in the room, while I crashed on a patio chair while the ladies took to the pool with something that looked generally like cranberry juice. Suitably refreshed, we touched base with
axissilverhand, who sounded under the weather, and the ladies and I ended up redeeming our second and third rounds of miniature golf . . . after laughing our asses off at Magnus XLR [?], which features a character named Jaime, who is uncannily like our friend Jaime, and featured a duct tape cameo.Aside to
angel_renewed: we've named the Strawberry Fanta and Coconut Rum concoction "Shame." - "You missed a pathetically easy one-foot putt. You taste shame." It helped M & K's game immensely, mine less so. ;-)We headed back just shy of midnight to drop M back at her hotel, and trekked back to Tampa for the first session of Mord, Anime, and coral care.
Today: Football, coffee, and the sound of K laughing her ass off over "Whoose Boobs" on Liquidgeneration.com.
Remember to plunder some booty, and get all yer Vitamin Arrrrrr.
