This past weekend, Jesus and I paid a long past due visit to the Mouse. I’ve been whining about wanting to go to Disney World for about a year, and one payday I finally got sick of my friend Billy’s constant tweets about how super-awesome it is to be a Passholder so I splurged on annual passes. Of course, it helps that they can split em up into monthly payments now.
One of the best things about the trip to Orlando was actually the night before. We left home around 8, got to our skeezy $50 hotel at around 11, just missed park closing. Accidentally walked into an occupied room because they gave us the wrong key so we high-tailed it out of there and ran into a really creepy “DNA Cleaners” van which proclaimed to specialize in cleanup of “Belated Discovery”. Soooo, we needed a drink, and made it to Raglan Road at Downtown Disney just in time for last call, but too late to order food.
Really needed some chips to wash down the pints so we stopped at Wendy’s – sour disappointment. Started to head back down 192 in sadness when lo and behold, legit food truck vibes. The pictures pretty much tell the whole story, so I’ll go ahead and shut the fuck up, but just to annotate: $13 for salchipapas, three veggie tacos with potato chips, and two cheese empanadas. Fell asleep in a food coma so blissful it held us through to a three-park extravaganza the next day.