I stopped by the beach this morning after my swim and shower since it was so lovely out. Clear and sunny, with a cool breeze. I was winding the yarn for my next project, and having fun people watching. A small group came out: one couple in Sunday dress, 2 couples in jeans, and a few kids looking spiffied up. After watching them for a while, it became apparent it was a wedding. Awww. A very casual, sweet looking wedding on a Monday morning.
Of course, after watching for a while, the sweetness dripped away. The bride's flowers were plastic. After the ceremony, the bride convinced the little kids (hers?) and the groom to help her fill 2 plastic bags with the powdery white sand; a kind of memento, I suppose. As they walked back to the car, I heard her say, "Gary! You didn't close the bag right."
Her brand new husband replied, "Oh, did it all drop out when you picked it up?"
"Well, that's your fault."
Way to go Gary. 3 minutes of marriage, and you fucked up already. I sent them all my best wishes, and prayed for all the luck in the world to wander their way in order to prevent them from killing each other.
Rachael has pictures. I need them, I'm fiending for them. I need to see them to remind myself I'm still rambling. I know you have to go slow in order to ramble, but this is more like a dead stop.
I've been perusing more wacky florida sites on the internet. There is a bar in Orlando called the Big Hut Bamboo lounge, or something like that, that looks fabulous. I actually passed it when I was down there and thought seriously about slamming on the brakes to make the turn. A collapsing shack houses the bar, with a dead jeep and a decrepit water cooler both half covered in jungle out front. It looked so perfect, I almost thought it was a disney-fied bar. You know the type, with plastic everything and paint made to look old and peeling. Where the waiters all wear identical jungle explorer garb and are forced to say things like, "You found us! This way to your table, where your adventure is waiting to begin. Watch out for the croc; he's a mite hungry today". Meanwhile, if you peek down a hallway you see that everything is pristine and sparkly outside of the dim track lighting. It's like pulling back the curtain on the great and powerful Oz. I talked myself out of turning around by convincing myselft that that was the case.
Well, according to some websites I've found, this bar is genuine (or as genuine as Orlando gets, anyway). Apparently it almost died, but workers from nearby DisneyWorld have made it their hangout, and revived it. It's a real Florida swamp bar, sandwiched in between strip malls and themed motels. I'm definitely going back.
Holy Land Experience, which I bypassed in favor of Skull Kingdom, I found compared to spending 7 hours at church. Or "How life would be if Jesus Christ Superstar and Godspell never ended." Kinda glad I passed that up, considering it's $30. For $5, I might have considered it.