Marching along we are adventurers

One of the nice things about living in Orlando is that this is the #1 tourist destination in the country (and one of the top world-wide) so sooner or later you are bound to be visited by people you haven’t seen in a long time.

Case in point, Txema, a friend of mine from Spain whom I haven’t seen in probably 10 years, is in the area this week. He emailed me last week and I gave him my phone number. He called on Monday night and we made plans for Tuesday.

I made a dining reservation at Boma, which is an African buffet. Slightly different food, but everything is really good. If I had to describe African food in a word, at least at that buffet, it would be sweet (both sense of the word.)

But the highlight of the night was when I dragged him to Pleasure Island and he reluctantly went into the Adventurer’s Club. He had read a few descriptions of the club in my blog so he knew that the place was kind of weird.

Like with every new person, it took him a little while to figure out what was going on and what the place was all about. A butler assisting some guests with their dinner, a guy in a 1930s pilot outfit, a French maid and a puppet dressed as a colonel as people were being made members of the club by learning the club salute and song.

But as the night went on, he got into the storyline and, I think, had a blast watching the occasional show and seeing the interactions with the other guests. It was specially fun to see people coming into the club slowly to see what kind of club that is, only to be shocked when they are suddenly the center of attention in some weird situation. Like the “geography lesson” that occurred when the French maid started comparing boob sizes with a guest while another adventurer pointed at the boobs with a 10-foot pole.

Ah. Good times.

Kungaloosh!

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