Last weekend, The Wife’s boss was down and we moseyed over to Orlando to meet up with one of her coworkers who was running in a marathon at Disney.

The room we rented was on a Holiday Inn resort. Which meant upon checking in, we had to fend off the hostess trying to sign us up for “resort tour and timeshare sales pitch.” Well, that’s not what they called it, but that’s what it was. Okay, the room was good. The bed was actually comfortable, which has not been my experience in the past few hotel stays. The odd part was the layout. The “bed chamber” was at the front of the suite with the sitting room/kitchenette at the back. It made my paranoia ramp up just a bit.

Although there was a plan for everyone to meet up at some point, that didn’t happen. The Wife and I spent all day at EPCOT. Well, to be honest, we spent all day touring the World Showcase. It was The Wife’s first time, and the better part of two decades since I last stepped on to those grounds.

The TLDR is that we had a lot of fun, but felt every inch we walked. I came home with a ceramic parrot from Mexico, The Wife came home with some pink mouse ears and a Hello Kitty plushie. We also came home with a bunch of Pocky, KitKats, and other assorted goodies from Japan.

And traffic getting out fucking sucked.