We got to Orlando late last night (after midnight), found our way to a hotel near the airport, and crashed. This morning (Thursday) we slept in a little and then transferred to the Hard Rock Hotel, which is WAY COOL. Our room wasn’t ready (we were early), so we left our bags and walked over the City Walk just outside Universal Studios. Got a drink, and now we’re sitting outside in the shade with a breeze, just sitting. Reading a little. People-watching a little. We’re waiting for our room, waiting to hear back from Evans and other friends about when John can try on his tux, just waiting. No pressure, no rush. Sure, we want to get into the park, but Evans has the tickets and if that happens later or tomorrow, no big deal.
Like, really, no big deal. It’s life-changing.
U2’s “Where the Streets Have No Name” just came on and you can see the tension leave both of us. Happy vacation, us.