Hi, I'm Kurt. A binge-drinking, pill-popping disco diva with a heart of platinum and an appetite for self-destruction.
Welcome to Sleepless Solitude: The True-Life Journals of a Xanax'd Millennial (Part 2 of 2).
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October 7
Much like another RX I know, this hurricane was extremely disappointing. He got me all worked up, disrupted my life, and then didn't even follow through. Wait. I can't tell if I'm talking about the hurricane or my ex-boyfriend anymore. Oh, well. At this point, both seem to be fairly forgettable.
Hurricane RX was a joke. Obviously, things were worse along the coast. However, Orlando didn't experience anything but some wind and rain slightly stronger than a regular storm. Having lived in Florida during the summer months, I've definitely experienced worse weather. It's a blessing that there wasn't total carnage, but Walt Disney World and the surrounding area had become a complete ghost town in preparation for this non-event.
With the entire property shut down, today was a bit of a write-off. The family hit the hotel gym together, and then we all went to Disney's Wilderness Lodge for lunch at Whispering Canyon Cafe once it re-opened in the later afternoon. Our meal was good, although my stomach hurt from eating too much. Typical for Disney food, I suppose.
Following lunch, we proceeded to drive aimlessly around Orlando and Walt Disney World for the next few hours trying to see what was open. Well, nothing was. I fell asleep in the car. It was around 6:30 p.m. by the time we got back to the hotel. With nothing else to do, I watched Beauty & the Beast on my laptop. That's around the time all hell broke loose.
The hotel room phone rang. Dad took the call. It ended up being a timeshare company, offering us a "free" breakfast at our resort if we agreed to watch a presentation tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. They would also throw in a "free" seven-day vacation. Dad accepted the invitation, and signed us up. Keep in mind that we are also set to visit Universal Studios at the same time tomorrow morning.
Well, Mom completely lost it. Naturally, I took her side. Mom is often the voice of reason in the family. If Mom has an issue with something, you know it's bad. Dad and Phillip just couldn't – or perhaps wouldn't – understand why accepting that breakfast was an issue. Clearly, they've both forgotten how a timeshare sales pitch works. I mean, come on. You've got to be kidding me. Not only do I remember the painful eight hours I spent waiting for Mom and Dad in West Palm Beach as they signed up for their first timeshare, but I also know that nobody is given a free seven-day vacation because they went to a breakfast. I think the worst part had to have been Dad's reasoning.
"I don't live life as negatively as you," he said.
The argument was bad. Dad and Phillip literally just sat on the couch and called Mom and I both idiots for thinking that this could be a scam.
Eventually, the four of us came to an agreement. We would attend the breakfast, but were not staying for any potential sales pitches. Still, the argument was very ugly. The entire experience left me sitting in my room on the verge of tears. Once again, I had been subjected to my parents fighting like that. These types of arguments have happened during every family vacation we've ever taken. They have such a negative effect on me.
