Rains have been coming through lately and knocking off the electricity at the worst of times. The last time it happend (to my knowledge) was at around 10:30 last night, right before I finished up my previous entry. Conversations that needed to be had, ceased to be and I was hurried off to bed. Despite the fact that, aside from the cat, I can navigate the house in the dark the best out of all of us, they decided that it was a must that I be escorted into my room.
Finally, everything came back around 1:something-ish. As usual I wasn't able to sleep and decided to reset my connections. For some reason my cable has been lowered to 10.0mps rather than the preferred 20.0...
Bleh. Enough of the usual mundane stuff. You know now why I don't update that much, right? I've had nothing to say except: Woke up. Checked Aria. Bitched about Aria constantly being attacked. Angst. Sleep at the laptop. Toast. Cry. Read. Write. Scrap.
More bitching about Aria and leeching off of SL and VSL for more land.
It's not worth wasting your time over.
The real meat of the matter is another outing care of Madame. She had some extra tickets to Big Kahuna's (local theme park/waterpark) and decided to take me along with her today.
The day started off okay. I got up around 6 and waiting to go picking again with Overlord, but he didn't decide to leave until around 9-ish. That meant we didn't get done until around noon. By then, the random afternoon showers had all ready begun to pop up again. The sky was looking really nasty and all that, but nothing ever came of it. So Beth and I continued on with our afternoon plans while the influx of tourists cancelled their's.
Once again, we were saddled with Caleb. Not too bad to begin with...until he realized that I wasn't going to fuzz out in his general direction. That was when my loathing for children arose again.
Me: Stop throwing the selt belt at the front seats. You'll hurt someone.
Caleb: ...*throws the metal end of the seatbelt at the passenger seat*
Me: DON'T DO IT AGAIN! *random mumbling in french and half-assed russian*
Caleb: ...*throws it again*
Me: Tu ne sais pas STOP!!!
That finally got him to stop. Thank the gods. Getting hit with seatbelt buckles isn't fun, at all.
We continued on our way to the park. Driving down the one road that seems to lead to basically everywhere in Destin, we ended up having to hit the lights a few times. U-turns for everyone.
Finally we got into the park, which only has one entrance in a very unaccessible area of The Strip(florida-version). Even with the threat of rain, it was still packed.
We changed clothes, Caleb "marked his territory" on the bushes before we could stop him, and we wandered around the park. Because of the little one, we spent a lot of time on the Lazy River and in the shallow wave pools. I didn't mind. I'm not a strong swimmer to begin with and waterslides scare me (bad incident with one as a kid).
What I'm amazed with is the power of SPF150. From what I can tell, I'm just as pale as before I left, only a little green tint to my hair to show that I'd even been anywhere near a pool. People were staring the whole time I was there. Apparently, if I dive deep enough underwater, you can only see my hair and swimsuit. I end up blending in with the bottom of the pools.
A few hours later it decided to pretend to rain again and we left. We were supposed to eat at Fudpuckers and feed the alligators (per Caleb's preference) but the lines were too long and there were copious amounts of tourists. Damn them.
It all ended well though, we went to the Hong Kong buffet in E-ville and I found SPICY Gen. Tso's Chicken. Oh, my lovely, it had been so long. So very, very long. No one in this area knows what really good chinese food is. The vegetables and spices that are available here are nothing compared to what I was used to.
The Down-side: Sudden attack of bulimia. That's what I get for not eating anything for days, then gorging on chinese and tons of fast food the past three days.
The fortune cookies came and we left. I'm really adoring Madame. She is a Heavy Tipper. She even broke a twenty just for our waitress. It makes me happy to see people who'll do that. I've spent too much time with Overbearing to not appreciate waitresses. Overbearing rarely tips. No matter how good the service. It makes me angry and I end up slipping them everything I'm carrying on my person before we leave.
On the way home, Madame and I discussed the various aspects of her "Tall Order". It'll take quite some guy to fit her criteria for a sex object. I think I know of one though. Just have to wait for Punk Rawk to get back from Germany to contact him and get a second opinion.
As for my own "sex object". He's non-existant. The days of LustBunny seemed to have come to an end, at least for now. The final verdict still isn't in and my roving eye seems to not be as willing to rove as it once was. Oh, well. Whatever happens, happens. I just have to accept the results and live with them. No matter how much they don't appeal to me.
Eh. Madame and I spent the rest of the ride dissecting a Red Hot Chili Peppers song for it's lap-dancing value. Where I feel the snares and higher guitar notes are a cue to shimmy, she feels that it's more for hip movement. But I believe that the bass chords and cymbals are hips...
All and all, it was yet another fun time with Madame and even the little bugger Caleb (who luckily slept the whole way back to Infrastructure Hell).