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Monday, February 12, 2007

Epcot Up In the Moment

This is the kind of memory that 8 glasses of Riesling, a good-hearted, yet insincere, offer to accompany an Asian investing guru to Epcot Center and getting caught up in the moment will get you:



Our Asian Friend is altered slightly to protect the innocent. That's my friend and co-worker Shaun there in the middle, whom I wrangled into this slightly uncomfortable field trip, and that's 123V looking a mite chubby, I will confess. No crunches during the week in Palm Tree Paradise.

Overall, though, the trip was a resounding success, even if the conversation wasn't. "Oh, you just bought a new yacht? Cool. Yeah, I just bought some new deodorant, so I'm totally feeling you on the buyer's remorse thing. I mean, they say it's supposed to keep me dryer, but I think I got duped. I just hate to have wasted all of that money."

There were rides and margaritas in Epcot's "Mexico" and our Asian Friend's intense enjoyment of the fireworks. At the end he declared, "I had a great time! I hope you can go back to the office and tell them that I know how to cut loose!"

You betcha, Asian Friend. Or something like that.

Apparently, though, Shaun and I are such good corporate companions that our Asian Friend is already planning next year's trip to Animal Kingdom. I think we're just one step away from being escorts.

(The whole Indecent Proposal thing ran through my head a million times, by the way. I think I would probably do it. Hell, who I am kidding? I would do it for 12 hot wings and a bottle of Beam.)

In any case, other people are getting caught up the moment these days with a myriad of consequences. Break ups and make ups and shake ups and wake ups--even an upchuck from a poor, sick Matty. Actually, I think I'm making that up. I don't know what Matty is sick with, but it is not good, so please leave him some get well comments on the blog, if you're so inclined.

In the Comments section, tell me if your world has gone topsy turvy lately. I know my friend Glynnis' has because she's planning a wedding, which would frustrate the spit out of me, so hang in there, lovely lady.

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9 Comments:

  • At 1:10 AM , Blogger James Burnett said...

    Sounds like you had a good trip down here, well, sort of down here. But don't do the indecent proposal thing for at least 24 wings. And they'd better be hot wings.

     
  • At 1:17 AM , Blogger Nosjunkie said...

    I wish my life would go topsy that would mean something actually hapened to me. Funny last year I was bitching about the exact opposite

     
  • At 5:49 AM , Blogger Lee said...

    Hmmm...well I've got this fist-puppet of an ex-husband and his domineering freak of a wife who would like to pretend that my kids are theirs and I don't actually exist, so my life's always topsy-turvy. I wish it wasn't.

    And James is right - chicken wings - even hot ones - are just not worth it...but I guess after the bottle of Beam...you might not remember it anyhow.

     
  • At 7:39 AM , Blogger Attention Whore said...

    Good for you for following through on your insincere offer. I'm sure you've made his trip more than memorable.
    Topsy Turviness in my world includes leaving a job I once loved and jumping feet first into a new,scary but much higher paying one! Add in a whole new boy that makes me question why I think being single is so important and my part in the Woo-Haa Speeches and I'm about topsy turvied out.

     
  • At 9:28 AM , Blogger Matt said...

    Mr. Hahn digs it the most!

    Well, the fever broke today and I can finally return to my avocation as sperm donor.

     
  • At 9:59 AM , Blogger you'dneverguess said...

    Lately, and I mean for the past couple of weeks, finally everything is getting back to normal. I like it that way. There's something to be said for stability, though I am an adventurer at heart.

     
  • At 10:38 AM , Blogger mist1 said...

    Quit blogging about crunches. I am starting to feel slovenly. And not in a good way.

     
  • At 4:22 PM , Anonymous Kirstin said...

    Topsy-Turvy is my middle name!!! One day it will all even out...I hope!!!

     
  • At 11:19 PM , Anonymous 123V said...

    James Burnett, the state of Florida was very hospitable. Fortunately, I was not propositioned, but I tell you right now I would have given up the caboodle for some bleu cheese dressing.

    Nos, we always want what we don't have, eh? Except maybe when it comes to VD.

    Lee Baby, as one who has had numerous, wonderful, lovely step mothers, trust me when I say they NEVER take the place of Mom. You're hot stuff, lady.

    AW, that's one of my weaknesses--making promises I don't keep. But, it sounds like you're keeping things realer than real. Good for you, mama. Good. For. You. :)

    Thank God for that, Mattress. The lesbian population of the D.C. Metro area has been missing out on some potential rugrats with a darling head of curls, beautiful slate blue eyes and a propensity for cough syrup.


    I'm with you, Guess. Adventure is good, provided we can come home to stability.


    Sorry, Mist. You needn't worry, I'm sure. For my penance, I will sit in the corner and eat this here bag of BBQ Fritos.

    Aw, the lovely Miss Kirstin, of course it will.

     

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