Letters to Orlando: Part IV

Dear Hotel Pool,

You were just what I wanted needed yesterday.

 The sun, the light breeze, the large green pool towels.

The lazy river going around the pool so I didn't even have to work to swim.

Aside from your embarrassing Cabana Boy, you were perfection itself.

Thanks for not letting me stay long enough to get burned.

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Dear Bahama Breeze,

Thank you for the most unique restaurant experience of my young life.

I've never been evacuated from a restaurant before.

At least, not before my appetizer came.

Even though I missed out on my pulled-pork-and-plantain-dish, I'm calling it a win.

How can it not be, when I ordered one of the most expensive drinks, and got it comp'd?

#Winning

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Dear Chevys,

I sort of feel bad that you were our plan B.

Its nothing personal.

It's not you, its me.

I mean, I just ate with you 2 days ago.

And it's not like we're going steady.

I barely know you.

Until I looked at that picture, I thought your name was "Chewy".

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Dear Laundry List,

It's true.

You do take up so much less room on paper than in my brain.

You also give me direction for when I get back tomorrow.

Which means I'm probably going to ignore you for a day while I smooch my husband and feed my (likely) starving dog and water my (even more likely) parched garden.

But then, we'll reunite.

Promise.

Closing up shop in O-town,

TFW

For more Letters To Orlando: Part I, Part II, Part III