Grandma lets us sleep till 11.00 am and then I go buy some groceries while she makes breakfast. It's good to be out alone for a little while. I go to the Publix and am thrilled that they have a scale and I can weigh myself. I go back to the condo and lots of family members start to arrive. She's called the entire posse. Aunts, cousins, stepcousins, cousins twice-removed, grand children, great-grand children, and her most recent addition, a great-great grandchild born to my 20 year old cousin. The baby is beautiful and I'm very glad to meet him. We leave around 2.30pm. Everyone is in good spirits and well fed.
I enjoy the ride to Orlando. We see lots of typical Florida weirdness and stop at a gas station that brags that it contains 20 foot long Great White Sharks and every orange breed known to Florida. [Jeff: The amazing Great White Shark is a big plastic sculpture that looks about as retarded as nature's most fearsome predator can.] I pee in the van, twice. My 23oz cup is almost full.
The club in Orlando is huge and everyone is super friendly. We meet the dudes from Songs:Ohia and bro down for a while. The show is super fun and packed and I think it might be our best night so far. We meet a super nice couple who offer us a place to stay. After we load out, I'm in the driver's seat and we are following the couple back to their house and suddenly I smell homeless people. And I think, "Oh my fucking God! I never emptied the pee-cup!" I tell them. They scream at me. It's spilled everywhere. Our bags on the floor are sitting in it. When we arrive at our destination, our hostess gives me a bowl, dish soap, and a dish rag and I throw tons of stuff away, scrub the carpet and stay up all night doing everyone's laundry. The van carpet is still super wet and stinking the next morning. [Jeff: Riding in the van now smells just like being inside a giant, motorized, freshly-opened can of brand-new tennis balls.]
On the way out of town, the boys nix the idea of getting the carpet shampooed even though we pass right by a place. Instead, we stop at a Winn Dixie and I buy a box of baking soda. The baking soda gets spread all over the carpet and doesn't get vacuumed for more than 5 days.
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