Dear Kid,
Something about being in a hotel room (especially the first night) often leads to a night of not great sleep.
My first night in Orlando, I slept great. Right up to 4am when I completely ceased sleeping altogether.
Getting up that early was annoying, but it completely eliminated the question of whether or not I would attend a breakfast presentation about pet grooming. I was up, I was going.
The email we got had instructed us to be waiting for the bus by 6:20am. Since the first hotel pickup was at 6:15am and we were neither the first nor second nor third (rinse and repeat) hotel, that seemed a bit early. But, I was up, so I went downstairs.
Bonus points: I met Cynthia, a groomer from California, so I have a new friend.
By 6:30, the bus had not arrived. Several other people had joined us, one of whom had the phone number for the Dude in Charge. She called. We were told to wait. We’d been doing a good job of waiting, so we continued.
The thing about a breakfast presentation is that it starts early in the morning (in this case it was called for 7am). If one is up and about at that hour, one wants to be there for breakfast, the presentation, and most importantly The Coffee. It was 6:40 and I was not yet caffeinated. Neither was anyone else which didn’t exactly improve things.
We waited. No bus.
More phone calls.
A fair amount of joking around.
More waiting.
Approximately 6:59am the bus arrived. Very few groups of humans have ever been so delighted to see a vehicle pull up.
Turned out that the person who designed the pickup route eschewed the traditional idea of starting at one end of the route and methodically working stop by stop to the other end. No, no. The person who planned the route preferred the type of creativity employed by the cubist painters. Or possibly spaghetti cooks. Or knot makers.
After a few more loops, twists, and coils, we arrived at our destination. There were hoots and hollers of joy that the unofficially named Sunrise Tour had finally ended.
The thing about a breakfast presentation is that you expect breakfast. The good news was there was breakfast. The bad news was that it had been sitting out for an hour or so before we arrived.
There is nothing good about scrambled eggs that have been sitting out for an hour or so.
Unless you’re on a diet and need a reason to eat something other than scrambled eggs.
Fortunately, the content of the presentation was excellent. As was the coffee. And the muffin that I shared with my new friend Cynthia.
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