Orlando Spring Break

The outside of this store had a pirate theme going for it. I don't know if it was because of the recent success of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies or because they realized that pirates in general kick ass, but they had a sweet skeleton dead at the wheel.

The kids and I had two completely opposite goals. They were trying to avoid the Stitch spit while I was trying to land directly in the path of it. These conflicts of interest caused some pretty crazy scenarios. They waited underneath the giant Stitch until the water shot out, then attempted to jump out of the way, and ended up jumping directly into myself who was moving into the path of the water. Had I not been drinking, I would have showed some self restraint, but since I was drunk I plowed those kids over and nearly knocked them to the ground.

My drunk vision must have just set in because I thought that this pirate looked dead sexy, so I planted a kiss right on his bony cheek. Jenny followed suit, and this pirate just got more action than the last time he plundered some booty on the high seas.

I was starting to see the bottom of my drink, so my Dad offered to but me a beer so we could keep the party going full steam. He must have been both entertained by my actions and proud of my accomplishments tonight, as any good father would be. Jenny got a margarita, and it was so cold and delightful that she had to close here eyes and think really hard before enjoying it. Dad had a bit of catching up to do, but he wasn't willing to chance it tonight, so he stuck with one very good tasting beer.

Downtown Disney is filled with trendy eateries and late-night hotspots. One such place that was probably both was the Rainforest Cafe. I know nothing about it, but my guess is that it is one of those touristy chain restaurants similar to Hard Rock Cafe, Planet Hollywood and Bubba Gump's. This place seemed alright to me because I felt just like Alice after eating the "Eat Me" cake. I really wanted to climb on top of this giant mushroom to see if a Sammy Davis Jr. caterpillar was tap dancing + singing "You Are Old, Father William.", but I was in no condition to climb giant mushrooms.