Thursday, July 16, 2009

oh, bittersweet Orlando.

Yeah, I said it...bittersweet. I know its been a long time coming, but i haven`t had the time to devote to telling this long, horrible nightmare-turned-reality.
On Friday, July third, almost 11 o`clock, my mama comes walking out of her room.
"You wanna go to Orlando for the weekend?"
I raise a brow.
"Orlando?! How`d this come up?"
So she begins to tell me how my auntie Teresa (my mom`s little brother`s wife) needed somebdoy to drive her, and my two little cousins Tamera (12) & Timmy (9) up to Orlando to stay at this Marriott Vacation Club hotel her friend & family invited her & her family to.


After some debates and doubts, me and my mom decide, what the hell. We pack, and in about an hour & a half, we get the rental car and get on the road. The ride was terrible. We had a Charger, =/ I had no leg room, and I was forced to be stuck really close to two overactive ass kids. Then, about an hour in, my CD player (what I`ve been using to compensate SaucyCupcake`s robbery) decides to go dead, and my phone`s signal strength completely flopped. I was mad as fuck, right? Tamera and Timmy haven`t mastered the art of not talking, so, I`m suck with nothing to block them out. My aunt turns on the radio, but since she`s all "Godly" or what not, she turns on damn soft rock music that I don`t know. WHAT THE FUCK! I was pretty much looking out of the window, praying for all of it to be over by the second hour, and we`re not even there yet. To top it all off, during half of the ride, I had to pee from drinking so much damn water because I was hot. And I was PMS-ing, so every-little-thing was pissing me
off. Rough afternoon.
fast forward to us getting to the hotel.
It was beautiful, believe me. I didn`t get to take pictures of it in its entirety. Hell, look it up or something if you`re that curious (lol). We checked in and the suite had two bedrooms and two bathrooms, with a luxury kitchen, washer / dryer set and living room area. Things started to look up. And then, a pool. We met the other family, and there was this little boy. Isaiah. The epitome of why I`m getting my tubes tied in the future. The overall place we were living in, was awesome, believe me...But the people I was with. Lmao. Let me not get into that. Aside from my mother`s cronic snoring =/, the beds were wonderful and soft, but left a sour aftertaste after i got home and slept on my hard, familiar one. We went to Universal Studios, been there once, don`t ride anything, don`t like that place & I had to go anyway. The colors were amazing, but it was hot as hell. I was stuck with three children, two girls who I was more mentally mature than even though they were older than me & 5 adults in a hot place where everybody thought they were right about every-freakin`-thing. It started raining. To keep a promise that I made to Chelsea (http://theycallmesaucy.blogspot.com/, shouldn`t have to keep saying this, lol) I took some pictures.
Some that I liked, excuse the B&W =)


 I vow to not go on vacation without an entertainment device again. Seriously. Got some bomb ass lotion, Peony & Nectarine & Raspberries. Smells heavenly, and goes along with my "need to smell/be sweet" obsession. Then it was time to go, by that time the next day. We`re on the Turnpike goin` back to Miami. 150 miles turned to 100 miles turned to 67 miles. By this time, Aunt Peggy already decided to fuck up my flow with hers. It was getting aggrivating as fuck sitting idol in the backseat with my long ass legs getting no justice being "entertained" by the Terrible-Twosome, with them crying, yelling and hitting eachother.

At this point, I think everyone reading knows that I`ve had enough.

Lord, I started craving something sweet to go along with the music I had to indulge in my cerebral. We stopped at a rest stop. The adults, and the youngest left, and then Tamera & I got a dose of Drake while I fiddled with the radio knob.



Dunkin Donuts. A Tribute To Them For Aiding Me In My Time Of Need.


The End.



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