Once the agonizing pain of the marathon passed, I was all set to start thinking about Wine & Dine. So, basically Monday morning I had the suitcase out and I was ready to pack. Yup. I can almost go down stairs like a normal human being again! Take that, co-workers. There was a certain satisfaction in going to work the day after the marathon and hearing someone complain about their new pilates routine that left them so sore and being all, “oh really? I just ran a marathon yesterday and I feel great (but please don’t ask me to go down a step…).”
This time, we’re staying at the Boardwalk inn because normally I say it’s no big deal if you skimp on the hotel but let’s be honest, there’s a great sense of joy that comes from being able to walk from France to your bed at 4am. At that time, nothing seems further away from the World Showcase than the Epcot parking lot. Nothing.
And you know, there’s the bakery. So that’s pretty awesome.
Last year I went for the labor intensive but totally unrecognized French kid from it’s a small world. This year I opted for the I-totally-forgot-I-don’t-have-a-costume-shit-get-something-together choice of… It came to me in part as the result of a conversation with my boss where I just realized that the relationship between Capt. Hook and Mr. Smee isn’t entirely out of the norm. Sometimes, you need to tolerate the bat shit crazy ideas your boss has because that’s what you’re paid to do.