I attempted to get caught up on blogs although by the time I finished Orlando and my Pit FAQ, barely half-way through the trip, I was cross-eyed and refused to keyboard any more.
My dad had suggested getting a treat — cupcakes, really dad! -- for the ride, but in Orlando I’d had no idea of what to get.
My Orlando hotel room had a fridge: ideal for storing a birthday treat. But what?
Then, a few days later at Downtown Disney with Shanon and her mom, Caryn, we found another candy store, this one with cake pops! So I bought them too!
Then, about 3:30, I sang Happy Birthday to myself in my head and ate the cake pops. They were even yummier. Omigod! They were so good. Well worth the money and well worth the wait…
Although it wasn’t the best birthday party I have ever had, I made it work.
Lost, again On the RED Tour, as well as teaching me that I have totally no sense of geography whatsoever, Taylor has also shown me parts of the country I never thought I would see.
This is a good thing, but at some point every state, every city, every town, every hamlet, start to meld together. Although I saw the “Florida-Georgia Line” (!) sign when we crossed the border, after driving through Georgia for a while I could not longer distinguish if we were in Florida or Georgia. Apart from Savannah, Augusta, Macon, and Atlanta, I know few other city or town names in Georgia. Consequently I kept seeing signs to places and not having a notion of where I was! Very confusing for a person’s brain!
New York etiquette I am not a person to mess with when I’m hungry or tired. When I’m both, run the other way, like, fast!
I was so tired, cross and hungry getting off the bus in Atlanta at 8pm, that I just snatched my bag from the belly of the bus and headed for my hotel. Hot-foot.
Half-way down the street I heard someone calling, “Miss! Miss!” Living in New York has taught me to ignore any stranger calling out to me, especially when I’m involved in an important mission, like getting food.
The dude got on my nerves anyway and I turned around and sneered, “What!?”
He was like, “You have my bag!”
“I don’t think so,” replied I.
I walked back to the bus, got my bag, and started my walk all over again!
After getting lost about a billion times and not being able to take a cab because I only had a credit card and it would be silly for cabs to accept credit cards. (Sidenote: I found I had cash after I made it to the hotel and checked in.)
Although it was a little run-down, it wasn’t the worst place I’ve ever stayed in.
This was extremely annoying when it came to my food hunt! Shanon had told me I should go to The Varsity, but I was too lazy to get a cab there and back. I wanted something within walking distance.
I don’t go to the Hard Rock often, but when I do it’s always yummy and in Atlanta the service was great. I ordered to-go so I could eat in bed in my sweats — oh Happy Birthday! — and then just pass out.
While I was back in the hotel and eating, Caylee texted me to ask if she could call me the next morning, Concert Day in Atlanta, as she walked to her bus at 6:15.
After I got off the phone with Caylee, I set my alarm so I’d be able to get up and shower before she arrived in the morning. (We know where this is going, don’t we?) Then I fell asleep. Bus trips are exhausting…
Thanks for reading, thanks for caring.
“This isn’t flying, this is falling with style”
I’ll be blogging all the way through the RED Tour, Facebooking, and Tweeting (or @tswiftontour).
I’ve opened an email account — CCWTS13@gmail.com — which, if you want, you can use to send stories and photos to that you think will be of interest to Swifties. We could even open an album