Day Two of the convention started off much better than the first day.
I got too see more designs and had a delicious turkey ham sandwich with Dijon mustard.
And then when the day was over we went back to our hotel and watched a movie. The 2004 Punisher movie, which sucks but is addictive to watch, there is something brilliant of driving the man who killed your entire family to kill his gay best friend out of jealousy about him screwing his sexy wife and then at the end dragging his dying injured corpse thru a garage where exploding cars make it look like an actual hell.
I was really disappointed about that. Not the movie itself but that I actually had time to watch this movie instead of going to Disney, and hating myself for not bringing a bathing suit to at the very least enjoy a dip.
So When I was bored out of my mind and getting ready to put on my pj's. I was told I was invited to go to Dinner with my bosses!!!
I jumped at the idea cause I was dying to go out! I wanted to explore Orlando! I wanted to get to at least see the Disney fireworks, I wanted something besides staying couped in. So I rushed to my room and slipped in to my dream blue dress! I had bought this dress like two months ago but being the boring person that I usually am I hadn't had the opportunity to use it.
Yes I looked fabulous! (Or at the very least I felt fabulous) but it also was way more dressy than what my bosses were wearing. I didn't care! I wanted to flaunt it!
I was expecting there to be a whole bunch of people at the dinner we were attending. but no.
It was just my boss (Who I think its important to mention is also my uncle) my other boss and a friend of them, like an old boss or something.
We went down to the City Walk It was pouring rain, Which made me panic about my purse. See when you don't own a bunch of good stuff it makes you protect your only Michael Kors bag more than your hair or glasses. Plus I wore my only heels I'd taken to the trip which meant I had to walk super slow so my shoe wouldn't fall.
The rain slowed in to a nice chippy chippy and we got to enjoy the walk. Most everyone was leaving the Universal parks. It killed me to be so close from the Harry Potter Theme park and not be able to actually go in! I am definitely planning my next vacations there.
So Dinner was nice. We ate at the Hard Rock Cafe I was most definitely over dressed. Dinner was quite tasty but the company wasn't great I mean it was nice but the three of them have known each other for years. They start talking, and joking and I have to piece together information to even pretend to understand what is going on. I was so bored! I didn't get to say more then a handful of words including: "Hello, Thank you, May I have the salt, and Excuse me" I have never felt more like a dumb blonde than during that dinner.
So by the end I was ready to rush to the hotel and sleep.
But as we walked back thru the City Walk my boss/uncle saw some clubs and decided it be fun for us to stop there and see where the night took us.
I am not a fan of clubs! no that's an understatement. I hate clubs, The music is way too loud to talk and the drinks are always so freaking expensive and never ever good. and I had shoes on that kept on falling!
Not only that but I was going clubbing not only with my bosses but with my uncle!!! Yes I was dreading the idea of going clubbing, but I couldn't exactly say that.
So first we took a look at this Bob Marley type of club, the music didn't sound so bad but when we took a look inside there were like five people in there, the only thing worst than a packed club is an empty club ! it look kind of like that scene from the movie Yes Man, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbB0apnfJWU
Just plain sad, hilarious but sad.
So We decided not to pay cover for that! and kept on walking. The more we walked the more I hoped that they would put the idea of clubbing behind and I could just forget the night. But then Salsa music began playing and my uncle got really excited! He asked "Miryam do you like Salsa" He asked it really excited so I couldn't blurt out a big NO as I wanted to so instead I just said I didn't know how to dance.
"Oh I don't dance either but I love watching people dance, Here in Florida there are a lot of Cubans and they are excellent dancers!" My uncle said excitedly as he walked us to the club. I don't know if that fact is true about Cubans or not but I didn't really care I didn't want to be there. I make it a policy to not go clubbing with family members unless they are my age. So as I followed my uncle in to the club I was stopped by this petite browned hair girl, she stopped me so I'd show her my Id.
I normally don't mind being asked for my Id it makes me enjoy being young. But something of being the only person in the group being asked for it was just a little bit embarrassing. Not only that but I got so flushed and nervous that I showed the girl my hotel card instead of my Id. See the night did not look promising at all!!!
As we walked in we found a table with out chairs and we stood there. I ordered an Amaretto Sour. It isn't my favorite drink in the world but it does the job and since I hardly ever go out drinking it is pretty much the only name I know. unless I have like a tequila shot, or something along those lines.
So we are there and everyone is quiet my uncle has such a sour larynx that he can't even talk anymore. The other guy there is super quiet, and serious and the only one acting really crazy is my other boss who wants me to go dance with her. I pretend I don't hear her and smile. Its believable enough cause the music is so loud.
Finally we get a hold of chairs and all I can do is observe. I look at the cute guy standing with his arms crossed in the center of the dance floor and I am intrigued. He looks mysterious. That illusion dies as soon as he begins wobbling his head like an idiot. He not only cannot dance but he keeps on scaring the girls around him. Then there is the girl who is clearly her birthday. She is having a blast she switches partners and yells any time someone says something to her. Her outfit is pretty cool long on the back low cut on the front. flowy sort of dress. Then there is the lesbian couple standing right in front of us. The only reason I see them is cause the guy sitting with us stares at them in shocking eyes. They are caressing each others butts. I don't like watching anyone caressing each others butts. Its just not something I like. It doesn't matter if you are straight or gay can you please not do it in front of my table. I mean you do realize your butt is at the level of my table right? Who wants to see that!???
I turn to avoid he butt show when I see him! Right after the but caresses. A tall guy with black hair like three piercings in his ears and a sleeve of tattoos. I like bad boys. I have never dated one but I like them. There is something enticing about a guy that breaks the rules. maybe I am your typical cliche of girl that thinks she can fix them. What ever it is I like to watch bad boys as they interact with the world. They have an air of power and egotism. I am staring at this guy for most of the night. Secretly wanting hims to come to my table and ask me to dance and then probably having to shoot him down, since I am not self destructive I like bad boys but I don't fall for them I might feel like I can handle them but I know I can't. Still I stare at him and fantasize about him asking me.
When all of a sudden I feel a stare at the back of my neck. I unconsciously turn to face a guy that can only be described as prince charming looking. but not that typical blonde hair one with the muscles and sword. More like the short dark hair. Light eyes that I think might be blue, and a smile that melts you in to a puddle. I wonder how I hadn't noticed this Prince before.
I avert my eyes totally embarrassed that he caught me staring, when all of the sudden I realize He was the one staring first. I am not the one staking I am being stalked. I turn to him again and this time get a good look at his clean cut cloths. long sleeve shirt and again that smile.
I give half a smile and turn away again. I fear he wont come anywhere close to me due to my companions.
I begin to feel even worst then before when all of the sudden someone is at my ear, My prince! He asks me to dance in a low deep manly voice and I don't even have time to react when I hear my voice say yes. I know its instinctively cause my brain is telling me not to dance. I usually don't like to dance with strangers at clubs cause they usually try to caress my butt, or pull me uncomfortably close, Its always more like a battle than a dance. Plus I am a really really horrible dancer. I have zero coordination, if I had a penny for every time I've stepped on a guy's foot I'd be as rich as Taylor Swift or something. Yeah so best case scenario guys pull and twirl me like a ragged doll and I end up injuring other fellow dancers. Which is why I generally do not dance.
Still I found myself walking to the dance floor with prince charming. I tell him I don't know how to dance, and he says he doesn't either. He pulls me close, but keeps it respectful. His hand is at my back but he doesn't make an attempt to go lower. he begins swinging me and I can tell immediately that he can SO dance!!! He moves me with ease he turns and swirls me. But this time its different than other times, he is protecting me I don't bump in to anyone and I don't step on anyone. Its as if he has some sort of magical power that all of a sudden makes me a less bad dancer. Still as a precaution I keep looking down at our feet
"My name is Max" The prince says and I can see how the name suits him. he pulls the hair out of my face as I tell him my name. We keep on dancing. He tries to ask more things but the music is louder here in the dance floor. He kisses my cheek, I am stunned. I felt the spark of chemistry immediately but I don't want him to kiss me. I don't kiss random strangers I don't know. But I can't move away he kisses my cheek again. and then he keeps swinging me. His hands stay respectfully in place and he doesn't make a move to kiss me more. We just dances he lifts my head "Don't look at your feet!. Dance with me what matters is the person not how they dance" I smile idiotically at him and then he says "There is that smile, I like your smile"
I can't stop smiling after that. Looking probably like a complete fool but I don't care cause Prince Charming likes my smile!!!
We dance until the lights go on. Its last call, he walks me to my table and stays there for a minute. He asks me if I am on vacation or work or if I live there. I explain I am on a business trip and that these are my bosses. I don't introduce him. He tells me he is from Naples, And I know he isn't from Italy because he doesn't have an accent so I assume there is a Naples, Fl or a Naples, TX or another USA Naples. I neglect to ask him any specifics. The nerves I have do not let me speak. But I like that he is still holding my hand.
He asks how long I am there for. I tell him I am leaving on the next day. He tells me he has a driver and asks if I need a ride back to my hotel. Part of me wants to say yes, cause I want to get to know more about this prince Max. But I say no. deciding to stay the good girl I am used to being. He respects that, he kisses my hand and says his goodbyes.
As soon as he is out of sight it dwells on me.
I don't know his last name.
I don't have an email, a Facebook not even a twitter.
I don't have any evidence of the most perfect guy ever except for my bosses and my uncle who are witnesses to the events
I wont ever see him again. which gives me a blue feeling. but the fact that he made my night a dream night remains. A perfect night to remind me that good guys are out there. a night that reminds me that I do look Amazing in Blue. A night that makes it true that anyone can be a princess and find her prince. A night that stays in my dreams even now. A night that well couldn't have been better. I was Miryamella for one night and it was totally Smashing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do wish I had a picture though.
I got too see more designs and had a delicious turkey ham sandwich with Dijon mustard.
And then when the day was over we went back to our hotel and watched a movie. The 2004 Punisher movie, which sucks but is addictive to watch, there is something brilliant of driving the man who killed your entire family to kill his gay best friend out of jealousy about him screwing his sexy wife and then at the end dragging his dying injured corpse thru a garage where exploding cars make it look like an actual hell.
I was really disappointed about that. Not the movie itself but that I actually had time to watch this movie instead of going to Disney, and hating myself for not bringing a bathing suit to at the very least enjoy a dip.
So When I was bored out of my mind and getting ready to put on my pj's. I was told I was invited to go to Dinner with my bosses!!!
I jumped at the idea cause I was dying to go out! I wanted to explore Orlando! I wanted to get to at least see the Disney fireworks, I wanted something besides staying couped in. So I rushed to my room and slipped in to my dream blue dress! I had bought this dress like two months ago but being the boring person that I usually am I hadn't had the opportunity to use it.
Yes I looked fabulous! (Or at the very least I felt fabulous) but it also was way more dressy than what my bosses were wearing. I didn't care! I wanted to flaunt it!
I was expecting there to be a whole bunch of people at the dinner we were attending. but no.
It was just my boss (Who I think its important to mention is also my uncle) my other boss and a friend of them, like an old boss or something.
We went down to the City Walk It was pouring rain, Which made me panic about my purse. See when you don't own a bunch of good stuff it makes you protect your only Michael Kors bag more than your hair or glasses. Plus I wore my only heels I'd taken to the trip which meant I had to walk super slow so my shoe wouldn't fall.
The rain slowed in to a nice chippy chippy and we got to enjoy the walk. Most everyone was leaving the Universal parks. It killed me to be so close from the Harry Potter Theme park and not be able to actually go in! I am definitely planning my next vacations there.
So Dinner was nice. We ate at the Hard Rock Cafe I was most definitely over dressed. Dinner was quite tasty but the company wasn't great I mean it was nice but the three of them have known each other for years. They start talking, and joking and I have to piece together information to even pretend to understand what is going on. I was so bored! I didn't get to say more then a handful of words including: "Hello, Thank you, May I have the salt, and Excuse me" I have never felt more like a dumb blonde than during that dinner.
So by the end I was ready to rush to the hotel and sleep.
But as we walked back thru the City Walk my boss/uncle saw some clubs and decided it be fun for us to stop there and see where the night took us.
I am not a fan of clubs! no that's an understatement. I hate clubs, The music is way too loud to talk and the drinks are always so freaking expensive and never ever good. and I had shoes on that kept on falling!
Not only that but I was going clubbing not only with my bosses but with my uncle!!! Yes I was dreading the idea of going clubbing, but I couldn't exactly say that.
So first we took a look at this Bob Marley type of club, the music didn't sound so bad but when we took a look inside there were like five people in there, the only thing worst than a packed club is an empty club ! it look kind of like that scene from the movie Yes Man, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbB0apnfJWU
Just plain sad, hilarious but sad.
So We decided not to pay cover for that! and kept on walking. The more we walked the more I hoped that they would put the idea of clubbing behind and I could just forget the night. But then Salsa music began playing and my uncle got really excited! He asked "Miryam do you like Salsa" He asked it really excited so I couldn't blurt out a big NO as I wanted to so instead I just said I didn't know how to dance.
"Oh I don't dance either but I love watching people dance, Here in Florida there are a lot of Cubans and they are excellent dancers!" My uncle said excitedly as he walked us to the club. I don't know if that fact is true about Cubans or not but I didn't really care I didn't want to be there. I make it a policy to not go clubbing with family members unless they are my age. So as I followed my uncle in to the club I was stopped by this petite browned hair girl, she stopped me so I'd show her my Id.
I normally don't mind being asked for my Id it makes me enjoy being young. But something of being the only person in the group being asked for it was just a little bit embarrassing. Not only that but I got so flushed and nervous that I showed the girl my hotel card instead of my Id. See the night did not look promising at all!!!
As we walked in we found a table with out chairs and we stood there. I ordered an Amaretto Sour. It isn't my favorite drink in the world but it does the job and since I hardly ever go out drinking it is pretty much the only name I know. unless I have like a tequila shot, or something along those lines.
So we are there and everyone is quiet my uncle has such a sour larynx that he can't even talk anymore. The other guy there is super quiet, and serious and the only one acting really crazy is my other boss who wants me to go dance with her. I pretend I don't hear her and smile. Its believable enough cause the music is so loud.
Finally we get a hold of chairs and all I can do is observe. I look at the cute guy standing with his arms crossed in the center of the dance floor and I am intrigued. He looks mysterious. That illusion dies as soon as he begins wobbling his head like an idiot. He not only cannot dance but he keeps on scaring the girls around him. Then there is the girl who is clearly her birthday. She is having a blast she switches partners and yells any time someone says something to her. Her outfit is pretty cool long on the back low cut on the front. flowy sort of dress. Then there is the lesbian couple standing right in front of us. The only reason I see them is cause the guy sitting with us stares at them in shocking eyes. They are caressing each others butts. I don't like watching anyone caressing each others butts. Its just not something I like. It doesn't matter if you are straight or gay can you please not do it in front of my table. I mean you do realize your butt is at the level of my table right? Who wants to see that!???
I turn to avoid he butt show when I see him! Right after the but caresses. A tall guy with black hair like three piercings in his ears and a sleeve of tattoos. I like bad boys. I have never dated one but I like them. There is something enticing about a guy that breaks the rules. maybe I am your typical cliche of girl that thinks she can fix them. What ever it is I like to watch bad boys as they interact with the world. They have an air of power and egotism. I am staring at this guy for most of the night. Secretly wanting hims to come to my table and ask me to dance and then probably having to shoot him down, since I am not self destructive I like bad boys but I don't fall for them I might feel like I can handle them but I know I can't. Still I stare at him and fantasize about him asking me.
When all of a sudden I feel a stare at the back of my neck. I unconsciously turn to face a guy that can only be described as prince charming looking. but not that typical blonde hair one with the muscles and sword. More like the short dark hair. Light eyes that I think might be blue, and a smile that melts you in to a puddle. I wonder how I hadn't noticed this Prince before.
I avert my eyes totally embarrassed that he caught me staring, when all of the sudden I realize He was the one staring first. I am not the one staking I am being stalked. I turn to him again and this time get a good look at his clean cut cloths. long sleeve shirt and again that smile.
I give half a smile and turn away again. I fear he wont come anywhere close to me due to my companions.
I begin to feel even worst then before when all of the sudden someone is at my ear, My prince! He asks me to dance in a low deep manly voice and I don't even have time to react when I hear my voice say yes. I know its instinctively cause my brain is telling me not to dance. I usually don't like to dance with strangers at clubs cause they usually try to caress my butt, or pull me uncomfortably close, Its always more like a battle than a dance. Plus I am a really really horrible dancer. I have zero coordination, if I had a penny for every time I've stepped on a guy's foot I'd be as rich as Taylor Swift or something. Yeah so best case scenario guys pull and twirl me like a ragged doll and I end up injuring other fellow dancers. Which is why I generally do not dance.
Still I found myself walking to the dance floor with prince charming. I tell him I don't know how to dance, and he says he doesn't either. He pulls me close, but keeps it respectful. His hand is at my back but he doesn't make an attempt to go lower. he begins swinging me and I can tell immediately that he can SO dance!!! He moves me with ease he turns and swirls me. But this time its different than other times, he is protecting me I don't bump in to anyone and I don't step on anyone. Its as if he has some sort of magical power that all of a sudden makes me a less bad dancer. Still as a precaution I keep looking down at our feet
"My name is Max" The prince says and I can see how the name suits him. he pulls the hair out of my face as I tell him my name. We keep on dancing. He tries to ask more things but the music is louder here in the dance floor. He kisses my cheek, I am stunned. I felt the spark of chemistry immediately but I don't want him to kiss me. I don't kiss random strangers I don't know. But I can't move away he kisses my cheek again. and then he keeps swinging me. His hands stay respectfully in place and he doesn't make a move to kiss me more. We just dances he lifts my head "Don't look at your feet!. Dance with me what matters is the person not how they dance" I smile idiotically at him and then he says "There is that smile, I like your smile"
I can't stop smiling after that. Looking probably like a complete fool but I don't care cause Prince Charming likes my smile!!!
We dance until the lights go on. Its last call, he walks me to my table and stays there for a minute. He asks me if I am on vacation or work or if I live there. I explain I am on a business trip and that these are my bosses. I don't introduce him. He tells me he is from Naples, And I know he isn't from Italy because he doesn't have an accent so I assume there is a Naples, Fl or a Naples, TX or another USA Naples. I neglect to ask him any specifics. The nerves I have do not let me speak. But I like that he is still holding my hand.
He asks how long I am there for. I tell him I am leaving on the next day. He tells me he has a driver and asks if I need a ride back to my hotel. Part of me wants to say yes, cause I want to get to know more about this prince Max. But I say no. deciding to stay the good girl I am used to being. He respects that, he kisses my hand and says his goodbyes.
As soon as he is out of sight it dwells on me.
I don't know his last name.
I don't have an email, a Facebook not even a twitter.
I don't have any evidence of the most perfect guy ever except for my bosses and my uncle who are witnesses to the events
I wont ever see him again. which gives me a blue feeling. but the fact that he made my night a dream night remains. A perfect night to remind me that good guys are out there. a night that reminds me that I do look Amazing in Blue. A night that makes it true that anyone can be a princess and find her prince. A night that stays in my dreams even now. A night that well couldn't have been better. I was Miryamella for one night and it was totally Smashing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do wish I had a picture though.
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