I apologize for not blogging in a few days but I’ve been unable to since the family visited this past weekend and I was um… stressing in ways ya’ll can’t imagine. Plus, to add to that stress, I had quite a bit of work to do as well and the application for UVa is due in well… 4 days basically and so much is left to be done (and it’s all of the stuff that my professors and the school has to fill out). Meanwhile, I’d like to inform all of my readers planning to travel to the Central Florida area that under Florida Inn-Keeping Laws, you can book your reservation in June and some schmuck can decide to overstay his visit and you have to stay in the connecting, not nearly as nice hotel, even if it is on the house. Well, this is what happened to us when we checked into the Ritz Carlton and we ended up staying in the tackiest place ever: the JW Marriott… so gaudy it’s as if NJ Housewife Teresa picked it all out. Now, Saturday night was wonderful; we (Satan, Satan’s husband and I) went out with Melanie, her mother, her mother’s boyfriend, her father, and her father’s second wife to dinner at the same table! Honestly, I was kind of hoping it would reminisce the Season Finale of Real Housewives of New Jersey with the table throwing, but sadly, it was civilized. I was seated next to Melanie’s dad’s wife, Kathy, who was very nice. Melanie’s mother, Terri, mentioned that Melanie’s brother still plays with Playmobil (LOVED THOSE THINGS! We spent so much money on them too, which is even worse) from time to time, which if we hadn’t just given them away, I probably would be playing with them again. On Sunday, there was this massive car show at the Ritz and I saw it: The Bugatti Veyron 16.4 (well, the one I want is the Hermès edition but it was close enough)! Unfortunately, the show was filled with a bunch of hillbillies with their MADE IN AMERICA Louis Vuitton bags, thinking that made them classy.
Moving on, Lisa and Mr. Perfect Gregory broke up and I just want to say that I’m so mad that they broke up FOUR DAYS BEFORE I GET TO CHARLOTTESVILLE! MERDE! Lisa claims that it’s due to her busy schedule and that they plan to remain friends; I just wish I had known before I started practicing my “I’m gonna beat you if you hurt my baby” speech. Plus, she’s just upset that he brought it up before she did, and of course she would be mad about that. But it’s alright, he had greasy hair and couldn’t smile properly so better luck next time dear.
My host in four days, Grace, had a bit of a rough week last week as lego, who could best be described as an equine version of Marley from that awful book turned even worse movie Marley and Me because he is crazy, got in a “fight” with Oliver, her little Maltese and Lego hurt poor Oliver (who in my opinion could have probably won the match, despite his petit size) so she was up all night and was worried sick. Thankfully, he’s doing better so all is well. I sent her a few things in advance of my arrival this weekend (including part of my AMAZING costume) as to make traveling a bit easier (trying to keep it to one carry-on, which is hard for someone like myself, who has lived his whole life believing that one should pack for a week when traveling for a weekend). Now, the packing of said box was a bit difficult so let’s begin: First, I went to the fake Rollins Post Office to get the box, but of course they didn’t have the size I wanted so I cut it down to be the correct size. Then, I had to use computer paper instead of tissue paper to fill the empty holes and then when I went to mail it again, the idiot wanted to charge me $4 more than it should cost, claiming that because I altered the box, I voided the $10 flat fee price so I left there and walked a few blocks to the real USPS in Winter Park and finally mailed my beyond GHETTO (as in Soul Plane ghetto) box to Grace; only for you Bubbula.
Now, last week, I received my second birthday present (my family is um… slow and my friends at UVa are giving me my gifts when I arrive) from Andrew and ya’ll, it is this massive basket of sweets from one of my favorite places in New York, E.A.T. so I’ll be bringing some with me to C-ville because just eating a pecan square made it hard to walk DOWN the stairs because I now know how Paula Deen feels with butter physically flowing through my blood… it’s a lifestyle. Also, get excited because Andrew’s producing debut is this Thursday so a SUPER MAZEL to him; I know it’ll be a hit! (I would be attending, but I’ve got an exam that afternoon)
Finally, I’d like to let ya’ll know the results of the last poll in which a whopping TWO of you (and I know who you are) said that Zebra was more masculine than a Leopard robe and this week’s poll is about which Disney park I should visit next (I bought a Three-Day pass because it was cheaper when Catharine and I went to Epcot for the International Food and Wine Festival and I have two visits left) so until next time…
-JD