isn't there a rap star with the name flo-rida? or somthing like that? oh, yes, here he is.
anyway, i am back from Florida where I was in Orlando for a week for this crazy conference (which was a huge success even though everyone thought it was going to fail in this economy and also because the team that tried to produce it last year failed) and then in Coconut Creek where my brother lives with his wife for a week (near Ft. Lauderdale, so oh my god i was at Ft. Lauderdale beach during spriiiiiing breaaaaak!).
i had a fantabulous time, thank you for asking. in addition to running a smooth event where everyone was extremely happy (it's true, Orlando is the happiest place on earth), i was getting the star treatment by the hotel staff (the hotel was adjacent to the Ritz and so had the same standard of service). they stuffed us to the brim with complimentary extras, like margaritas and pancakes (at separate mealtimes, of course). plus, i got a free full day at the ritz spa--the largest spa in north america. massage, indoor saunas and whirlpool, and a private outdoor pool and large hot tub, which you KNOW is a must for me. I spent the whole day after the conference laying around in my white calvin klein one-piece feeling like an advertisement in a magazine for shaving cream.
i got my second sun burn at the beach near my brother's house the following week. and I seriously haven't gotten a sun burn since junior high! I blistered and peeled and EVERYTHING. gross. but before I leave the topic of the hotel, i should mention the "sushi" at the hotel lobby bar. one of the rolls had steak on top and bacon inside. 'nuff said. (hahhaha i just wrote "'nuff said." i am losing it). i should also mention that we went to dinner off site only twice the whole time i was in Orlando. on monday night, we ventured out to the universal studio city walk to try and eat at Bob Marley's A Tribute to Freedom. I'm not kidding. that's what it's called. it's like carribean food, i think, but it sounded a lot more fun then it actually seemed when we walked in. so then we tried to go to Emeril's next door, but the wait was like an hour. so then we went to Jimmy Buffet's Margarittaville, but that wait was an hour and a half! we settled on waiting an hour for the Latin Quarter because it was the only place with outdoor dining. isn't that crazy? you'd think every restaurant in florida would capitalize on the extraordinary weather there and make outdoor seating mandatory. the food at the latin quarter was all fried, taquitos and nachos, that kind of thing, but we weren't expecting much more fanciness than what we were already getting at the hotel.
i just took a break from writing this blog post to listen to the This American Life episode called Mistakes Were Made featuring this poem at the end which made me think of David Munns.
This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold