Sunday, July 18, 2010

Disney World Part 4

If there is one place I’m comfortable it is up on stage with the spotlights on me. That is why I loved Disney’s Hollywood Studios! The place is amazing! If you haven’t been it is like you stepped onto a Hollywood back lot and you’re the star! (Wow, that sounds like I’m writing the copy for a Disney ad!) Some of the best thrill rides at the whole resort are in this park. (Keep in mind I said some, not all.) The Tower of Terror drops you thirteen floors, and when you’re gymnast who is incredibly flexible you can’t help but contort yourself into all kinds of shapes as you free fall though the air. There is also the Rocking Roller Coaster, (The Aerosmith coaster) that takes you from 0 – 60 in mere seconds, the photos on this one were priceless! Everyone’s faces were peeled back with their lips flapping. (These were another part of the Wescott charm walking us onto rides.)




A fan of mine was able to set up some photos that most people are not able to get with characters. So I’m pretty excited about a few of these. Though there was a particularly interesting photo we took this day. It was a photo of Alejandro aiming a “T-Bomb” at me. What makes this so funny is that later that night the boys and I went to the Parliament House (basically a club/hotel/bath house/ disease fest in Orlando) and shook our asses. Something snapped inside Alejandro and he tore into me. I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve the royal ass ripping he was giving me but he would not let up. Logan and his ex were passed out in the middle of the car, we were lost in Orlando and I had no where to go, then in the back here is Alejandro stirring the shit pot about things that had no business being brought up on our vacation. When I refused to give into his games he started to tell me how stupid I made him, that my very presence sucked his brain power out of his ears. I asked him what the nearest airport was back to Houston and got my wish. Alejandro was gone the next day. As far as I’m concerned… Alejandro Monte Carlo is dead to me. I’ll accept of things in my life but I will not accept being placed beneath someone because they feel they are superior to me, and I will not be told I am stupid. He’s gone. It is not a friendship I feel is worth fighting for because the “T-Bombs” have become far too frequent and are starting to make no damn sense. Voldemort you may have your follower back.






Have a Magical Day,


Porter Wescott

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