After that mess, I came home to a cable company bill that was charging us for not returning their boxes after we dumped the cable service. So, having lunch at Willow Tree seemed appropriate since the cable company office was over that way. Followed by the cable company drop off and another forgotten check card incident and a quick other couple of errands and then a run back home to freshen up before meeting Chrystal's birthday party people at Flats. Then it was rehearsal night which was followed by an Oblivion stop and the night ended up in stomach cramps and uncomfortableness until 4:30a.m. I think my body was over-awesomed.
Thursday Day 4 - Because my body was so over-awesomed, Pannacakes and I decided to take it easy with a water filled lazy day over at New Smyrna. Lunch at Off The Hook and a beach nap in my beach tent and sunburnt tops of legs were included. Peeing in the ocean and lots of chatting were also thrown in there. There were 2 accidents on I-4 on the way home. That was pretty crazy...there were shoes in the road and a flipped truck. Got home and got cleaned up and went to our rescheduled dance class and wore my new "angry tango" shoes. That's what Instructor Brian called them cuz they're red and black. We killed the hustle and did some tango. Our next lesson, Instructor Brian said, we'd be split up and doing a focus lesson. Matt will be with Lindsay and I'll be with Brian and then we're back together towards the end of the lesson to go over what we learned apart.
Friday Day 5 - I had a date with Mom for lunch. We met up in downtown Mt. Dora and ate at the Palm and went over to the Aveda spa for a pre-birthday massage from Mom that left me all noodley & soft-skinned. We ran through The Drawer to visit Bootie and pick up a few treasures. Mom ran back to Aveda for a hair appt and I ran home to pack up for Mayhem. Willie stopped by and Matt came home and gave me some crap for not having seen my first birthday present hanging in the upstairs hall (that I promptly moved to the red dining room wall):
After some squealing and celebrating, we all loaded up and caravanned down to the Wyndham to get situated for the evening's Pool Party with The Bloody Jug Band. The night was insane...as anticipated with fire breathing clowns, the band, mermaids in the pool, conversations with Brazilians, and Kraken releasing.
It would end with a room party that included beatboxing and a shy amateur gangsta rapper with an awesome gold grill. His name was Tunk.
