And, just like that, the holiday weekend is over. This weekend, we drove my grandparents to Orlando so they could watch one of my cousin’s pageants. Maddux stayed home with my parents, so Ryne and I had a totally “free” weekend. It was weird. We basically didn’t even know what to do with ourselves.
Friday, the Fourth, we drove all day. Not exactly how I wanted to celebrate, but it actually wasn’t so bad. We arrived in Orlando late in the afternoon and went straight to the rental house.
One of the sucky parts about not taking the kid, other than missing that little booger like crazy, was not going to Disney World. I did keep driving by it, though, every time I got lost this weekend. Which was often. I’m not the best navigator.
I don’t even remember what we did Friday night, so it must have been pretty exciting. I’m guessing I just went to bed really early like a boss.
The next morning, I woke up and headed to a group fitness class. Not just any class, y’all. It was Katy’s PiYo class. I have a few things I need to share about it. 1.) PiYo blew my mind, 2.) Katy is honestly one of the most fun instructors I’ve ever had, and 3.) my upper body is still dead.
Can I also just take a second to point out that my outfit matched her gym? All signs point to me moving to Orlando and taking that class every single week, obviously.
After class, Ryne and I checked in to a nearby Embassy Suites for the night. We had a voucher we had to use soon, so it seemed like a good idea. A few minutes later, that was confirmed. It was a brilliant idea.
Hi, my name is Presley and I love sugary, flavored beer. After sitting around all afternoon, we finally cleaned up and ventured out for dinner. Ryne requested Texas de Brazil and I enthusiastically agreed. Brazilian steakhouses are known for the dudes coming around to the tables with huge slabs of meat. You pay a flat fee and then eat all the beef, chicken, lamb, and other land dwellers you can possibly think of.
I only eat seafood, so I’m not into all that mess. I still freaking love this place, though. If you just order the salad bar, you pay half the price. Totally worth it, because they have everything on that bad boy.
Ignore the prosciutto, Ryne made me get it. But, seriously, in addition to everything I could ever dream of on the salad bar, they also have the best sides. He didn’t want any of them, so I got ‘em all the myself.
Now let’s get to my favorite freaking part: the lobster bisque. You take their bread, dip it in, and then die and go to heaven. Trust me on this.
After dinner, we asked a lady to take our picture. Her son yelled, “Don’t screw it up, Mom!” It was hilarious and I’m blaming that for us looking like psychopaths in the picture.
When we left the restaurant, we went outlet shopping for the second time that day. Terrible, terrible idea. So many people. My head still hurts thinking about it.
We went swimming again Sunday and then finally convinced ourselves we needed to move on from the hotel. Sad. We grabbed a quick dinner in a shopping center and I was stoked to find something good. Apparently Pei Wei is the fast food version of PF Chang’s.
It was delicious. After cleaning my plate, I thought it would be a great idea to go for a run. Lucky for me, Florida is flatter than a pancake, so the run was much easier than I thought it would be.
Three miles later, I celebrated with come cookies. These are so much better than chocolate chip. Just saying.
We went to bed early-ish again, because we’re rockstars like that. Today we have a long drive home, so I’m pretty bummed about that. I can’t wait to see my boy! I Know he’s had a blast with his grandparents, so he better at least pretend to be glad to see me.
Question: How did you spend your weekend? Anything exciting?