Ron Clark: "You don’t see many out-of-towners here, do you?"
Lady behind the counter at the liquor store in Orlando, FL after asking to see Lucas’s ID: "Yes we do."
I want to go home. There is too much sun here. There are too many close-to-naked girls outside of my window by the pool. There are too many single, gorgeous women auctioneers who make soooooo much more money than I do.
I’m averaging $10.00 per day on coffee, to say nothing of food. It is quite enjoyable, though, sitting outside Tower III at our usual table every night, watching people try to walk through the disabled automatic door after 10:30pm. We got kicked out of the hot tub on Tuesday before I even made it all the way in. We almost started a fight at the sea food joint when an unnamed associate of mine realized they added the gratuity to the ticket. I wondered about the equivalence of that argument to the arguments we get from the old curmudgeons about the buyer’s premium.
We get to dress up tomorrow for one more day of classes, a big party, and a ludicrously early wake-up call the next day for the flight back to civilization. This roughing it stuff is for the birds. I can’t wait for San Diego next year.
