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5th June Outlet Mall
After being roasted all day at blizzard Beach along with my previous sunburn, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself as every movement tended to sting. Obviously Richard, thought this was hilarious and proceeded to poke me in the chest constantly. This ended up in a big flip flop fiasco in which Riches face ended up as red as my chest. After a quick Skype call to the family we headed off to the outlet mall. It was quite frustrating as we could See the mall from our room but it wasn't walkable due to a massive highway running along side. This meant we had to take a taxi, $13 we didn't want to spend when we could see the mall only 200 yards away. We walked around for a bit, Richard and I both purchased some new wheels (trainers) and a pair of shorts each. Once we have finished at the outlet mall it was in Rich's infinite wisdom to try and walk home, even when I told him it wasn't possible. After the inevitable fail of this "walk home" in which we encountered the highway, a massive headge, a 7ft fence and a river.
Rich finally gave in and we got a taxi back. Rest was needed before we head into town for the last time in Orlando.
Standard pre drinks commenced. Vodka sprite and all that, but this time we decided to crack open the coffee tequila we were given back in Atlantic city. It tasted pretty horrific. Basically cold coffee with tequila mixed in. It did the job and Rich thought the bottle was "very pretty" so all is good. We headed out of our hotel room only to find to ladies sat outside their room a few doors down. It would of been rude not to go and sit next to them. So we did, Rich sat in a puddle for the duration of this conversation in which we pretty much chatted crap before we headed off on our journey to town. Also a long the way, we jumped a hedge narrowly cropping ourselves. Rich urinated on a small tree and planked with some random Mancs as can be seen in the pictures. We purchased our party pass which allows us to access all the clubs and bars throughout the night, little did we know that there was a private party going on in the groove "cougar club" and the Latino quarter. This pretty much left us with the red coconut in which we went. We headed out to the back where we started talking to a couple of guys. They went on to say its not fair we are here as they won't a look in with the girls because of our accents. So we decided to take them under our wing, teach them the lingo and become our brothers in game. A hen party arrived and and the bull s******* commenced. They came outside, and the ever famous pigeon trainer came into play. Back in Derby this is a very funny scenario where we convince girls that our profession is a pigeon trainer. One of us is a message pigeon trainer and the other a racing pigeon trainer. We created roles for our new friends. One a free lance photographer and the other a chimney sweep. So far these girls were believing us or playing a long well. So to further the stupidness flowing around my name was now "gash" which is short for Gareth and the other three were called Mike, we were also brothers. This is where they started catching on to the game and started doubting everything we were saying. They actually started to doubt mine and Rich's accent. This carried on for a while including Rich pretending to propose to the top hen lady. The night ended when we attempted to change venues but it was too late. Everywhere was closing up and chucking everyone out. The only place that was open was open for only 20 mins more but we headed in anyway. It was a karaoke bar. This was unlike I had seen before. Most karaokes are just you and the screen. This one had backing singers and a live band behind you! It was insane. Given more time I'm sure Rich and I may have given a Michael Jackson number a go. Once it was finished we headed back to the hotel. Ordered a dominos pizza and went to sleep.
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