Dear Friends,
I’m pretty sure I haven’t told you yet that I’m going on vacation Thursday. So now you know. We’re going to Orlando for a week. This is my parents’ xmas present to the family: Mom, Dad, Stephanie, Escobar, Heather, and I are flying down to Florida to see my brother Scott and his family. We’re staying in one of those tricked-out condos and going to Disney. I’m not so into Disney, but it’ll be good people-watching. Also, it’s creepily engineered to ensure the maximum enjoyment for all its patrons, and I plan to put that to the test. I will also be in town just in time for Alina’s birthday party. I can’t wait to hang out with her, and take pictures of the stuff she won’t remember the morning after. I’m good like that. So, I’ll be arriving in Florida with my guide to vegetarian dining on the Disney properties, several packages of Tofurky Jurky, protein powder, and glucose tablets to ensure I don’t go into a coma on Space Mountain or something. I’m so prepared, it’s stupid. Last night, I had to run to the store to buy new shoes, because Saucony might make the best-fitting running shoes on the planet, but that only applies to my left foot. I almost caved and bought a pair of Nikes because they were a good color and fit well, but then I decided against it. When I told Heather that I could not, in good conscience, purchase Nike products, she said, “What, you don’t think Adidas has sweatshops, too?” You know, as hard I keep trying to picture Run-DMC sitting at industrial sewing machines in a third-world factory, I just can’t. Jenni