Duck Fight Club

This morning, I met up with Michelle and Kelly for a 14 mile run. Then I promptly wimped out at mile 8.5 when my left calf started feeling a little weird, either from my new Mizuno Wave Rider 15s or the uneven pavement we were running on. This was the longest run for my new shoes so far and race month starts next week, so I’m going to try using the original inserts instead of my SuperFeet inserts and see how that goes. Otherwise, I’m running in my old shoes.

I left the girls around mile 7.5 and ran a mile back to my car. I decided to take a little walk around Lake Eola because it’s SO pretty and I’m rarely there. I wish I lived in walking distance from it because it’s one of the best spots in Orlando.

While I was walking, I noticed there were a ton of ducks and swans all over the place. I mean, there are always ducks and swans there but I think there were more than usual. Or at least way more than I’ve seen at one time.

Some of them are really big. And really aggressive. They have no problem walking up to people. I saw one of the swans go after a small dog. Then I witnessed an actual duck fight. They were all loud and quacky, which I assume is how duck fights usually go. It made me want to start a secret Duck Fight Club because that was awesomely entertaining to watch. Unfortunately, they stopped fighting just as my cell phone camera was ready. So I took the liberty to depict the fight and location for you.

I know it looks like they’re kissing, but I assure you it was a fight. Also, I will never tell which part of that picture is real and which part I drew. Not even if you beg.

Anyway, I think all the ducks and swans were in shitty moods in general, because they all seemed to want to pick a fight.

If my run this morning was any indication of how I’m going to do in my races in the next two weeks, they won’t be fast. Maybe it’s the shoes. Maybe my legs are sore from all the strength training this week. Or maybe I’m just psyching myself out already. I’m just glad I came home to this video that my friend posted on my Facebook page because it made me laugh. Hard.

(If you like the blog’s Facebook page, you’ve already seen this one.)

P.S. If you don’t know how to cook, don’t tell your husband you will make a recipe he found if he goes and picks up the ingredients from the store because he might actually do it. Expect a disastrous recipe post this week.

Offensive Fruit

Is there a Guinness Record for getting the most people in a picture by extending your arm? Because if there’s not, I think there should be. And I think it should go to me.

Last night, Michelle picked me up and we headed downtown to meet up with our blogger friends in celebration of Momjovi’s and Victoria’s birthday.

First, we had dinner at Ceviché where I failed to take a picture of anything I ate and then tried to ruin other people’s pictures because if I can’t have pictures…neither can anyone else.

(Picture stolen from Michelle)

Ceviché is a tapas restaurant, so everything on the menu is appetizer size. We all shared a bunch of different plates and everyone (except me) shared a pitcher of sangria.

(Me, Katy, and Momjovi)

I ordered my current favorite – Crowne and Diet Coke with lime. I’m pretty sure I offended the waiter with that order because when he brought the drink, he told me – for 5 minutes – that Canadians (?) think it’s rude to put fruit in Crowne (a Canadian whiskey). I made sure to order 2 more just like it.

After defiling drinks with fruit at Ceviche, we headed over to Ember where Michelle and I probably offended someone in Mexico by ordering lemon with our Patron instead of lime.

(From the left – Victoria, Andrea, Me, Michelle, and Momjovi)

Why does Windows Live Writer underline “Momjovi” like it’s spelled wrong? That’s a real word. Anyway, we hung out at Ember for awhile until we decided to move on.

     (Picture stolen from Michelle)

I got a text from hubs that he was downtown with our friend Klainie. So, we left Ember and walked about 80 miles to The Abbey where they were hanging out.

(Yep, Michelle’s picture again)

Let me just say, you know you talk about blogs too much to your husband when you have to introduce people as “Momjovi” or the “Running Peanut” instead of using their real names.

By the time we got to The Abbey, I was done with shots and on to water, but Klainie and hubs had a shot that they really seemed to enjoy. And by enjoy, I mean not enjoy at all.

We stayed at The Abbey for a little while but it was getting late and we were all getting tired, so most of us called it a night. I had a great time and don’t get to see those ladies often enough.

On the way home, hubs, Klainie, and I stopped at Pom Pom’s, a teahouse and café that specializes in making food as unhealthy and delicious as possible.

(That’s Klainie’s “Danny” – a Potato Pancake with Ginger Cranberry Chutney, Almonds, Brie, Red Onions & Apples)

I had “The Low Rider” sandwich with avocado, black beans, Mexican salsa, turkey & cream cheese. Sounded good, but it was terrible so I only ate half. And only because I was starving. When we finally got home, I attacked a box of Kellogg’s Krave cereal. Have you tried that before? Because I’m warning you now…don’t do it. It’s impossible to stop eating.

Today, I’ve spent most of the day moping on the couch regretting everything I ate and drank last night. I have a gift where I can eat well all week and then I eat and drink like the world is ending on the weekends. I wouldn’t mind if it were an occasional thing. But it’s not. It’s an every weekend thing. A 7 mile treadmill run made me feel better, but now I’m back to moping and searching the couch for any uneaten cereal I might have missed last night.

Unexpected Houseguests

We had some unexpected houseguests last night.

My friend Tiffany and her main squeeze, Jason, showed up on my doorstep needing a home for the night. They decided to hit up the Epcot Food and Wine Festival at the last minute so the hubs and I offered them a place to stay as long as they spent all their extra time paying attention to me.

That thing I’m wearing is called a “jacket.” I’ve heard people talk about these before. They keep you warm during “cool” weather. Something I wouldn’t know anything about.

Tiffany and I met 10 years ago when we worked the front desk together at a questionably clean Best Western in Sarasota. Then I moved to Orlando because of another job, and Tiffany and I lost touch.

A little over a year ago, Tiff found me on Facebook, we started chatting again, and she convinced me to sign up for my first half marathon. Before that, I never even thought about running a race. Since then, Tiffany and her cutie pie mom have become me and Michelle’s official race buddies.

We all went to a few places downtown. Tiff and Jason couldn’t get enough of our sparkling conversation. Couldn’t. get. enough.

I made sure to buy Tiffany some shots so I would appear more interesting. I think it worked.

Then I bought myself drinks so I would appear more interesting to myself. That also worked as I found myself to be more and more hilarious as the night went on.

After we closed down the last bar, we got a taxi home. Though, I’m pretty sure it was just some dude’s mini-van because there was no meter.

Once we got home, he told us it would be $30. Hubs told him he’d give him $20 because that’s what we paid the taxi to get downtown and he was totally ok with it. Not sketchy at all.

Now it’s time to get ready for my Sunday night TV bonanza – Once Upon a Time, Dexter, and Walking Dead. 🙂

I’m a Prickly Pear

Anyone else think of Leaving Las Vegas anytime they hear that? No. Just me? Ok, moving on.

Yesterday was the hub’s birthday. I’m terrible at planning surprises or just making plans in general. He’s awesome at it. So, yesterday, I tried to be awesome. I think it turned out pretty well.

First up was dinner. I chose a place neither of us have been to (or even heard of) called Prickly Pear. It’s located in downtown Orlando and part of Orlando’s Magical Dining Month (which is how I found it).

Prickly Pear is an “American Southwest” restaurant with a Western theme. They make everything fresh in house and they dress their waiters up like cowboys, because that’s not embarrassing for them. No hats though, which was disappointing. If you’re going to make them wear the outfit, at least make them wear the hat. Anyway, this place was amazing.

For the Orlando folks – the owners of Prickly Pear also own the Funky Monkey Wine Company, so the restaurant has a huge selection of wine.

We had a 5:15 reservation, which wasn’t needed because we were the only ones there for the first 30 minutes.

The happy hour menu had $5 margaritas, which they make fresh at your table. Um, that’s one of my favorite bad habits. Yes, please!

The margaritas have a full fresh squeezed lime, agave nectar, and your tequila of choice. Since it was happy hour, it was my choice of cheap tequila but they had a few different flavors, so I tried coconut.

Sweet flowing hair of Fabio, that was a good margarita.

I’m going to buy some of that Margaritaville Coconut Tequila, stat. It tastes like coconut but still tastes like tequila, which I didn’t expect. Maybe because flavored rum doesn’t taste like rum? The stuff was awesome.

I ordered off the poor people’s menu Magical Dining Menu. It’s an appetizer, entrée, and dessert for $30pp.

I started with the Smoked Mozzarella Salad. Yep, that’s a big hunk of pistachio crusted cheese. Ate it all. 

I’m not kidding when I say I feel like my heart was having a hard time beating while my body was trying to digest that hunk of cheese. It was literally the best salad I have ever had. The lemon basil vinaigrette was delicious. Usually I hate stupid fruit on my salad, but the pear really complimented it. I’ve never understood how foods compliment each other until now.

Hubs had the Black and White Soup (black bean and jalapeno jack cheese) which was delicious, but way too big for an appetizer. The bowl was so big, it was a meal in itself.

For an entrée, hub’s had the ribs.

He said they were delicious and so tender they fell right off the bone. Hubs loves ribs. I did try a bite, but I think ribs are the devil, so I’m not the best person to ask for an opinion on those.

I ordered the Seafood Chili.

The bowl was gigantic. That’s my hand inside the bowl – NOT touching any of the sides.

Now, this might have been an ordering SNAFU on my part. It sounded good in theory, but I’m not a fan of eating animals I can readily recognize on my plate.

I ate the shrimp and tried some of the other seafood (mussels, clams, calamari), but I just couldn’t do it. They did give me a gigantic spoon for my gigantic chili and that allowed me to play with my food while hubs finished his ribs.

Ok, it doesn’t look that big in the picture. But it was. I swear.

For dessert, hubs and I shared the Campfire S’mores.

Graham cracker (good!), brownie (good!), marshmallow (good!), raspberry puree (good!). What’s not to like? The marshmallow was even torched, so it had that campfire taste. Sharing this dessert made me sad because I wanted it all to myself. Stupid birthdays.

After dinner, hubs thought we were going home. Right before we passed our exit on the expressway, I handed him a birthday card that contained these beauties:

Surprise! 🙂

We headed over to the UCF Arena to see Cirque Du Soleil’s “Dralion.” No cameras allowed so I sneaked (snuck? snook?) this picture of the pre-show when security wasn’t looking. Security was a 70-year old woman that couldn’t stand for more than 10 minutes at a time, so I could have taken her.

This is the 4th Cirque show we’ve seen. We’ve also seen La Nouba (resident show in downtown Disney), Zumanity (resident show in Vegas), and another traveling one in Tampa. Maybe Delirium? I can’t remember for sure. La Nouba is still the best so far.

The show was great (aren’t all Cirque shows?). One of the things we liked the most is a couple of the performers messed up twice and had to start again. Kinda shows you how hard the stuff they do really is because they make it look so easy.

Intermission picture!

We had a lot of fun and hubs was actually surprised I had planned for us to see the show. So, my job is done. 🙂

What Cirque Du Soleil shows have you seen?

(P.S. If you like Larabars, go enter this giveaway.)

I'm a Prickly Pear

Anyone else think of Leaving Las Vegas anytime they hear that? No. Just me? Ok, moving on.

Yesterday was the hub’s birthday. I’m terrible at planning surprises or just making plans in general. He’s awesome at it. So, yesterday, I tried to be awesome. I think it turned out pretty well.

First up was dinner. I chose a place neither of us have been to (or even heard of) called Prickly Pear. It’s located in downtown Orlando and part of Orlando’s Magical Dining Month (which is how I found it).

Prickly Pear is an “American Southwest” restaurant with a Western theme. They make everything fresh in house and they dress their waiters up like cowboys, because that’s not embarrassing for them. No hats though, which was disappointing. If you’re going to make them wear the outfit, at least make them wear the hat. Anyway, this place was amazing.

For the Orlando folks – the owners of Prickly Pear also own the Funky Monkey Wine Company, so the restaurant has a huge selection of wine.

We had a 5:15 reservation, which wasn’t needed because we were the only ones there for the first 30 minutes.

The happy hour menu had $5 margaritas, which they make fresh at your table. Um, that’s one of my favorite bad habits. Yes, please!

The margaritas have a full fresh squeezed lime, agave nectar, and your tequila of choice. Since it was happy hour, it was my choice of cheap tequila but they had a few different flavors, so I tried coconut.

Sweet flowing hair of Fabio, that was a good margarita.

I’m going to buy some of that Margaritaville Coconut Tequila, stat. It tastes like coconut but still tastes like tequila, which I didn’t expect. Maybe because flavored rum doesn’t taste like rum? The stuff was awesome.

I ordered off the poor people’s menu Magical Dining Menu. It’s an appetizer, entrée, and dessert for $30pp.

I started with the Smoked Mozzarella Salad. Yep, that’s a big hunk of pistachio crusted cheese. Ate it all. 

I’m not kidding when I say I feel like my heart was having a hard time beating while my body was trying to digest that hunk of cheese. It was literally the best salad I have ever had. The lemon basil vinaigrette was delicious. Usually I hate stupid fruit on my salad, but the pear really complimented it. I’ve never understood how foods compliment each other until now.

Hubs had the Black and White Soup (black bean and jalapeno jack cheese) which was delicious, but way too big for an appetizer. The bowl was so big, it was a meal in itself.

For an entrée, hub’s had the ribs.

He said they were delicious and so tender they fell right off the bone. Hubs loves ribs. I did try a bite, but I think ribs are the devil, so I’m not the best person to ask for an opinion on those.

I ordered the Seafood Chili.

The bowl was gigantic. That’s my hand inside the bowl – NOT touching any of the sides.

Now, this might have been an ordering SNAFU on my part. It sounded good in theory, but I’m not a fan of eating animals I can readily recognize on my plate.

I ate the shrimp and tried some of the other seafood (mussels, clams, calamari), but I just couldn’t do it. They did give me a gigantic spoon for my gigantic chili and that allowed me to play with my food while hubs finished his ribs.

Ok, it doesn’t look that big in the picture. But it was. I swear.

For dessert, hubs and I shared the Campfire S’mores.

Graham cracker (good!), brownie (good!), marshmallow (good!), raspberry puree (good!). What’s not to like? The marshmallow was even torched, so it had that campfire taste. Sharing this dessert made me sad because I wanted it all to myself. Stupid birthdays.

After dinner, hubs thought we were going home. Right before we passed our exit on the expressway, I handed him a birthday card that contained these beauties:

Surprise! 🙂

We headed over to the UCF Arena to see Cirque Du Soleil’s “Dralion.” No cameras allowed so I sneaked (snuck? snook?) this picture of the pre-show when security wasn’t looking. Security was a 70-year old woman that couldn’t stand for more than 10 minutes at a time, so I could have taken her.

This is the 4th Cirque show we’ve seen. We’ve also seen La Nouba (resident show in downtown Disney), Zumanity (resident show in Vegas), and another traveling one in Tampa. Maybe Delirium? I can’t remember for sure. La Nouba is still the best so far.

The show was great (aren’t all Cirque shows?). One of the things we liked the most is a couple of the performers messed up twice and had to start again. Kinda shows you how hard the stuff they do really is because they make it look so easy.

Intermission picture!

We had a lot of fun and hubs was actually surprised I had planned for us to see the show. So, my job is done. 🙂

What Cirque Du Soleil shows have you seen?

(P.S. If you like Larabars, go enter this giveaway.)

Dinner with Friends

Saturday night, hubs and I went to the Grand Bohemian Hotel to make sweet love.

Just kidding. We don’t get hotels for that. We use the car.

We actually met some friends for dinner at the restaurant inside the hotel, The Boheme. You think they could have been a little more clever naming that one. We were there to celebrate Elton’s birthday. Celebrating Elton’s birthday is similar to making sweet love without the making sweet love part.

The Boheme is a more upscale restaurant. They shock and awe you with their awesome light-up menus so you forget about their heart attack inducing prices.

The Boheme is part of Orlando’s Magical Dining month. What that means is, for one month every year, poor people can eat at the expensive restaurants for a fixed price ($30 pp). Poor people don’t get light-up menus.

The price includes 3 courses (appetizer, entrée, and dessert) and you get 3 options to choose from. I actually prefer menus that don’t give me a lot of choices. I’ve been know to curl up fetus style under the table at Cheesecake Factory because there are too many options. I’m like a kid. Tell me I can have mac and cheese, chicken fingers, or pizza and I will pick one of those.

I started with the Kessler Calamari.

The sauce on top had a curry flavor to it which I normally like but it was so salty, it wasn’t that good. I still ate it all. I was hungry and I’m going to get my $30 worth.

For an entrée, Hubs and I each had the 5 oz Filet Mignon. It had bleu cheese on top and came with mashed potatoes and asparagus. 

5 oz was the perfect size for me (TWSS). Hubs loved it. I thought it was very good but a little on the rare side. Usually I like meat close to well done and the filet was medium rare. They didn’t even ask how I wanted it cooked when I ordered it and I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I still ate it all. I suppose it would have to moo at some point for me to not eat it.

For dessert, I had the Triple Chocolate Cake.

The cake was delicious and moist but nothing out of the ordinary. Still, I ate it all. Also, all my senses are heightened whenever dessert is around.

Hands off my not out of the ordinary cake!

Hubs had the Crème Brulee. To me, Crème Brulee is like horrible pudding (that’s my new band name – Horrible Pudding). If you want to make sure I don’t eat off your plate when we go out to a restaurant, get that.

After dinner, we headed over to the bar adjacent to the restaurant. I made a new lady-friend.

I only had a couple drinks since the place was pretty pricey. ($13 martinis. Ouch.)

Hubs and I didn’t even plan that shirt/necklace match. Since that happened on accident, I’m pretty sure that puts us in the running for most adorable.

Overall, we had fun hanging out with all our friends and celebrating Elton gracing the world with his presence. 🙂

Do you like Crème Brulee? (I think the only thing I like about it is that it rhymes with Robert Goulet.)

Instead of a Tempo Run, I Did This

Last night, the hubs and I went to the 10 Years concert at The Social.

The Social is a small live music venue in downtown Orlando that caters to small bands and local bands. It’s one of my favorite places, not only because it’s 15 minutes away from my house, but also because no matter where you stand, you’re close to the stage. If you’re standing on the right side of the stage, the band members have to walk by you to get on the stage, which is also fun. 🙂

Sometimes The Social books some really cool shows and they are always super cheap. I’ve seen Lisa Loeb there a few times and hubs and I have seen Sneaker Pimps, Seether, and Papa Roach. I don’t think any of those shows were more than $20.

Most of my pictures came out blurry. Probably half because of the mass beer consumption and half because of the annoying guy standing behind me that was eventually kicked out. So are a few of the better shots from the show.

I have all of 10 Years’ albums (there are 3) and have loved them for years but had no clue what the band looked like until last night. <—– bad fan  The lead singer reminded me of Christian Bale.

We were really happy to be at a rock show again. There’s been so much Britney, Katy, Ke$ha, and Gaga in our life that it was nice to be at a show where everyone isn’t 13 and slutty.

During the show, I went to the bar to get a drink and there was a drunk chic passed out at a table by herself. I felt bad for her for a few seconds but then, you know that moment when you’re faced with a dilemma and you need to quickly choose between right and wrong? 

We’ll just add that to the reasons I’m going to hell. But at least I’ll have company because the trend caught on and everyone was taking pictures with her.

Overall, I had a lot of fun! There are a few songs I wish they would have played instead of others, but they were still great and sounded really good. Oh, and the concert was definitely better than the tempo run that I was supposed to do last night. 🙂

Updated: The drunk girl woke up a few minutes later, so she was ok, by the way.

Instead of a Tempo Run, I Did This

Last night, the hubs and I went to the 10 Years concert at The Social.

The Social is a small live music venue in downtown Orlando that caters to small bands and local bands. It’s one of my favorite places, not only because it’s 15 minutes away from my house, but also because no matter where you stand, you’re close to the stage. If you’re standing on the right side of the stage, the band members have to walk by you to get on the stage, which is also fun. 🙂

Sometimes The Social books some really cool shows and they are always super cheap. I’ve seen Lisa Loeb there a few times and hubs and I have seen Sneaker Pimps, Seether, and Papa Roach. I don’t think any of those shows were more than $20.

Most of my pictures came out blurry. Probably half because of the mass beer consumption and half because of the annoying guy standing behind me that was eventually kicked out. So are a few of the better shots from the show.

I have all of 10 Years’ albums (there are 3) and have loved them for years but had no clue what the band looked like until last night. <—– bad fan  The lead singer reminded me of Christian Bale.

We were really happy to be at a rock show again. There’s been so much Britney, Katy, Ke$ha, and Gaga in our life that it was nice to be at a show where everyone isn’t 13 and slutty.

During the show, I went to the bar to get a drink and there was a drunk chic passed out at a table by herself. I felt bad for her for a few seconds but then, you know that moment when you’re faced with a dilemma and you need to quickly choose between right and wrong? 

We’ll just add that to the reasons I’m going to hell. But at least I’ll have company because the trend caught on and everyone was taking pictures with her.

Overall, I had a lot of fun! There are a few songs I wish they would have played instead of others, but they were still great and sounded really good. Oh, and the concert was definitely better than the tempo run that I was supposed to do last night. 🙂

Updated: The drunk girl woke up a few minutes later, so she was ok, by the way.

So Many Bars, So Little Time

I wrote a long whiney post yesterday about my 12 mile run and I’m still trying to decide whether to publish it or not. So, while I’m deciding, I’ll tell you about how much fun I had last night.

Our friends Morgan and Don are in town visiting from Reno. (They’re getting married next May!)

Morgan owns a house here in Orlando and her renters just moved out, so she’s dealing with the mess they left behind. BB gunshot holes through windows, oily handprints all over the walls, and vomit stains on carpet that were never cleaned up meant she needed a drink. Good thing that’s my specialty!

We took a cab downtown and started at Ember.

We all ordered food to pretend we are civilized and don’t just drink alcohol for dinner. Hubs had the crab cakes, which were really good.

I got the boneless buffalo wings. But I don’t think they were wings because they were gigantic. Maybe they were boneless buffalo boulders. Ember should hire me to rename all their dishes. That was gold right there.

After dinner, we had more drinks and took pictures while we waited for Lisa to arrive.

You know why I love Morgan and Don? Because they know I have a blog and they still aren’t afraid to do this.

I don’t even know what’s happening there.

We were sitting right by a speaker in Ember and could barely hear each other. Also, the DJ was terrible. Usually I don’t notice bad DJs, so you know he sucked if I do. He needs to go back to Transitioning and Mixing Songs Together School. By the time Lisa arrived, we were ready to go somewhere else.

So, we left Ember in search for bar #2. We walked down the street to Stigma, a new place I noticed during my girl’s night out.

Stigma was awesome. It’s small place that only serves beer and wine, but they made up for it with an awesome DJ, cool atmosphere, big ass beers…

…and stripper poles.

Morgan and hubs did some hooping.

Don found other interesting things at the bar.

And Lisa and I took pictures of ourselves.

After Stigma, we hit up bar #3. Bullitt Bar.

We took more pictures.

One of the bartenders hooped on the bar.

And then we realized how old and tired we were and it was time to get a cab home.

Girl’s Night Out

Saturday morning started out with a 10 mile run with my running group. The run was harder than I expected it to be. After doing 16 miles last weekend and not working out at all the three days prior, I thought this one would be a breeze.

Nope. It sucked. Thank goodness Michelle ran with us this time because the entire running group was ahead of me again. I just can’t keep up with them and it’s really bumming me out.

There was one good thing that came out of this run. Or maybe I should say it didn’t come out…

I did the no sugar thing again and my stomach was great the whole time. Yay for no pooping! We finished the run in 1 hour and 43 minutes (a 10:20 pace). Not bad since that time included all the walking breaks.

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After the run, I finally finished this book.

I thought there were several areas in the book that weren’t descriptive enough for me to visualize exactly what was happening, but besides that, I loved it.

Divergent is a young adult book that is very similar in genre to The Hunger Games. It’s the author’s first book (She’s 22. Feel free to hate her now.) and it’s the first in a series. I highly recommend it, but be warned that if you read this one, the next one won’t be out for a year. (You can check out the book summary at the author’s blog if you’re interested.)

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Saturday night, I met up with Michelle, Jackie, Kate, and Kate’s sister-in-law, Kelley, at Frank and Steins – a new pub and eatery in downtown Orlando.

We arrived around 8:00 pm and grabbed the last table available.

Frank and Steins has a beer menu as big as most restaurants’ regular menus.

The food menu looked like a newspaper article, which I thought was super cute.

The pub had all sorts of board games you could play – we noticed other tables playing Hungry Hungry Hippo, Jenga, Operation, and Connect Four. There was even Ski Ball.

There were over 300 beers to choose from and I started off with the most girly beer I could find. My beer taste doesn’t go too far past the “Bud Light meter.”

That is until Michelle ordered a Kasteel Rouge Cherry beer that was so good I had to get one myself.

We took lots of pictures.

Michelle asked everyone to pull her finger.

And we witnessed a near bar fight.

(The balding guy in the middle put his beer down on an occupied table and the girl that was sitting at the table slammed it. hahaha. GOD I love Orlando.)

By the time we were ready to leave, the place was packed. We gave up our table to the hovering vulchers and walked over to Ember.

More drinks were consumed.

Gang signs were thrown up.

I think Michelle sang a Miley Cyrus song to us. And then at some point, we made it home.