Today finds me working on a story at Walt Disney World in Orlando. So far I have avoided being run over by legions of runaway strollers, but who knows what the future holds.
Last night at dinner, photographer Ralph Anderson convinced me to try my first shot of Jagermeister, the renowned liqueur employed by frat boys around the world to prove their manhood and send their brains into orbit. I thought it tasted like super Robitussin. Shortly after downing it, I did the following things:
* Showed new dance moves to Gloria Estefan
* Tatooed “It’s A Small World After All” on my forehead
* Core-aerated the flan at “Bongos” restaurant
* Opened the world’s largest edible worm farm
Lucky Ralph didn’t talk me into a second shot.