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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Parts of Orlando are not boring. . .


Even in the rain! After a day at the beach, a day at the outlet, Sea World and consuming many crab legs, I determined the funnest part of my Orlando vacation was Universal Studios. We skipped the Mickey Mouse to ride the movies. Universal Studios took two cynical adults (more or less on the adult part) who were relecuant to part with many tens of dollars and turned them into theme park fanatics. The b/f climbed a wall. We watched a cow fly across a sound stage. And, we rode an inside roller coaster otherwise known as the Mummy. There was actual fire inside. Then, I drank too many hurricanes and got drunk just to get up at 5:30 a.m. to catch a flight, but that's another post.

Here's what's boring in Orlando - Kissimee, particularly Road 192. Nothing but chain restaurants, as evidenced by our driving for 45 minutes and dining at Pizzeria Uno. Which, I quite liked, but still not a culinary adventure.

And now, back to the boring life. Fortunately, much tv to keep me occupied including a two part Grey's Anatomy and the Grammy's. But, tv, too can be boring. The Superbowl? Boring! The commericals? Boring! The halftime show? Boring. Although, who knew that Start Me Up referenced sex with dead people? Learn something new every day . . .

3 Comments:

At 6:53 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

also on the boring side: clydesdales- at seaworld and in the superbowl commercials. why does ab insist on trottintg those things out? puts me to sleep.

also boring: convertible in the rain. no that's not boring, it's sad. and expensive.

surprisingly not boring: convincing beach-ancy g/f to slow down and buy you a kite before going to the ocean. flying same kite dangerously close to dozing fat couple- also not boring!

long enough for one comment.

 
At 1:49 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

i heard that pizzeria uno is the nicest restaurant in the greater orlando area. confirm/deny?

 
At 8:51 AM , Blogger boredom blogger said...

Seemed so. Although when we got back my dad was telling us about a really good restaurant that wasn't far from where we were. Too little. . .too late.

 

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