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OK, this may be made up, but I don't care. From the comments section on our Best of Orlando 2006 article comes this madcap tale of OW love:

Anonymous said:

I just flew to Orlando from DC last week on business and picked up your mag on the street. I checked into my digs on International Drive and looked up your sight online. I took my crappy rental car from my crappy hotel on crappy International Drive with a crappy client. I had never been to Orlando before and really had no desire to ever go. I was sceptical of Orlando having anything of interest for me.

We went to dinner at the Thai House wow, the food was incredible. I was amazed at how inexpensive the meals were. After that headed off to Austin's Coffee, the coffee and vibe were great. I had the best coffee I had ever had.

We met a couple of local characters at Austin's and they dropped us off at the Peacock Club. That is where everything gets a little fuzzy. We drank ourselves to oblivion with a couple of lovely ladies. I lost my client somewhere after returning to my seat from the bathroom. I stummbled out on to the street alone where a taxi cab picked me up and brought me back to International Drive Hell. One week later I still cannot tell you what happened to my rental car(nor can the police). My client won't take my calls. He has responded to my emails with "You Bastard" in the subject line and has cc'd them to my boss. I believe my days at my job are numbered now, thanks to you.

When that day happens(it might be today). I will be contacting head hunters in Orlando to relocate me.

If ignorance is bliss why am I still reaping the pain of that crazy night? I enjoyed not caring about Orlando before, now I can't wait to go back.

Cheers!(You Bastards)



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