First and foremost, I must apologize for recent posts that have been published much later in the day than I would like. In the past month or so I've picked up some freelance work and that has kept me quite busy. JGIWC is my first love, but it is a labor of love, and someone's got to pay for this ridiculous wardrobe. And someday soon, that someone's gonna be me.
Today, I found myself writing a piece about Orlando travel tips and I found myself growing nostalgic. Did I ever mention that this was my last place of residence before moving to the Big Apple? Yep, good ole House of Mouse. (That's actually the name that used to read as the destination city for Jet Blue flights out of JFK.) Does anyone remember when Power 95.3 was PARTY 95.3 and they called it "Scamlando"? Today, I found myself actually missing the Scam.
I led a charmed life in Central Florida, no doubt about it. Luxury apartments, weekly trips to Neiman Marcus, and many a dinner at Kobe Steakhouse. But at the end of my time there, things took a turn for the worse and I was really miserable. I left the city with a sour taste in myself and two years later I have yet to return.
I miss the Lilly store and downtown and my Jeep. I miss the ability to hop on I-4 and see my Nana a mere two hours later. I miss the freedom.
Sure, it's the city where the White Trash of America drown their life savings to see the Mouse himself. Sure, in Spanish it means The City Beautiful and we all know it ain't. But it's not all bad. See, there I am showcasing our downtown...
A restaurant named Panchero's that had creepy midnight commercials on the CW and a homeless guy whose sign reads "Why lie? I need booze".
In all seriousness, it has a lot to offer and I look forward to traveling there in March and being reunited with many of my favorite sorority sisters. To all of my readers who live there, enjoy it.
It's not half as bad as I make it out to be.