The Honeymooners

I awoke this morning with loose plans about doing something with Dayna. I knew we both expressed interest in going to the Universal Citywalk and going to EPCOT but other than that, I just understood we were to meet. When we finlly got into contact, plans, as always when they are loosely based and not set in stone, which is always with me, had of course been changed. We are going to Animal Kingdom and then Citywalk in about two seconds...So I sprang out of bed and start getting ready. Fortunately, I have mastered the art of quick change and was able to do this in the very small amount of time that I had to do so.

Also, Alexandra, the friend I previously experienced Magic Kingdom with on Dayna and I's "Wedding Day," tagged along with us. Her prescence provides a sort of relaxed, fresh, and hip air to our journey. Much to my "wife's" annoyance, we giggled incesantly joking about such things as Disney, global warming, and other miscellaneous topics that popped into our brains at any given moment. The rides at Animal Kingdom porved to be just a little much for Dayna. She, apperantly, gets scared more easily than others, which I can't really commentate on because you would have to chase my with a knife to get an fearful response out of me.

Afterwards, we went to Universal Citywalk; a fine benefit to "marrying" a girl with a car. Oh! But before that, I was invited to a party! I was shocked. I rarely even get invited to parties at home, let alone when I'm in a new city all by myself. Teddy was hosting "una fiesta a mi (tu) casa," but we decided against going and went to Citywalk. But, sad as it is, it was a major ego boost. So we have to ask for directions, so I go into Lonestar and ask the hostess, thinking she'll roll her eyes or tear my head off when I ask, and she very kindly points me in the right direction.

When we get there, there are a lot of choices. One thing I didn't take into consideration when I was forcefully "married," was that the girl was just as bad (no, not just as bad...that's imposible!) at making decisions as I am. We go through some of the shops and browse for a good resturant. We were going to go to Jimmy Buffett's Maragraitaville, but the wait was taking forever, and we didn't really feel like waiting forever and a day. So we scoped out a place called the Latin Quarter, a Latin, obviously, resturant by day and salsa club by night. We wait for a few minutes for a table in the Universal gift shop having some fun with the various merchandise. Then, we go to eat.

The place as absolutely phenomenal! However, I took quite literally forever, to pick a meal. My friends actually got a taste of how horribly indecisive I can get. So after half a day, I decided on a four cheese chicken pasta: Penne pasta with a chimmichurri sauce (a spicy olive oil, and garlic mixture) combined with a four cheese sauce, tender chicken slices, and chewy chorizo. It was incredible. Dayna ordered an appetizer, that was a mound of melted cheese that seemed to have been blowtorched to delicious perfection, with bacon bits and other goodness inside. For dessert, Aexandra and I got TCBY soft serve, although we were throughly stuffed from an amazing dinner, and Dayna got Tres Leches, a wedding cake-like dessert, from the resturant to go.

When we finally went home with leftovers form dinner, (thank God, because I wanted that dish to last forever in my mouth) we were pretty tired. When I got home, I pretty much fell right into my noisey, flat mattress and went straight to sleep. It's nice to be tired from having fun for a change.