My fellow Orlando-ans,
please forgive me for rehashing old news, but I spent my weekend at Panama City Beach with some old college roommates and didn't have access to a computer.
Anyway, we were about halfway to the "Redneck Riviera" when my friend called me with the news.
About the only audible response I could muster was, "Hmm."
As I tried to spin this move into a positive light, I realized I couldn't do it. I couldn't lie about my feelings just so that my "friend" wouldn't rip me a new one.
I proceeded to vent about the five reasons this is a God-awful idea, which I will share with you all know.
Thank you in advance for the impromptu therapy session.