As Wink gently suggested, I have news to share, though most of you already know. Boyfriend has upgraded himself to Fiance and we're planning a summer wedding. It's pretty exciting, and without the service of our faithful wedding planner, I'd probably be totally stressed out. She's not J. Lo, but she gets the job done.
And that's good, because I haven't been home for a week. I was in El Paso, Las Cruces, and very high up in the mountains of New Mexico last week- and now I'm in my least favorite place in the world, Orlando. I got to fly through a little piece of Wilma Sunday night, and got into my hotel at midnight. At one AM, my hotel voice mail light came on with a message that all the amusement parks were closed Monday and that I needed to bring in all of my balconey furniture. Because most standard hotel rooms can easily fit a full set of wet metal chairs and tables. The next message informed us that there would be no housekeeping the next day except for towels.
That part was really funny, because while they left all of the sheets untouched and didn't empty the trash, someone straightened all of my shoes. I like that my shoes pointing in the wrong direction threw someone off enough that they felt the need to turn them around when there was no time to do anything else. It just seems like something I would do.
But we really only had bad weather for eight hours or so, we weren't really in the path at all. So I get to go home tomorrow and not return to my nemesis city for three whole weeks.
Ok, I don't even really have anything funny or interesting because I just want to go home, and I'm sick of the stupid mouse icon that is telling me how long I've been on the internet. But I would hate to anger Wink by not announcing that I'm getting married soon. She may have a small head, but I fear her wrath more than gale force winds. |
