Laura picked me up in her cute little mini-cooper, I love that car! It's is so adorable and it has the best butt warmers. Off we went down the street to look for parking. Around and around we went until we found a perfect spot right in front of Cheetah Gym. Yippee. I gotta say, one of the bright spots about these frigid days is that there seem to be plenty of parking spots around. We started walking over to the restaurant saying, "hey it's not that cold"....continue walking - three feet from the restaurant...."god, that hurts" Yeah, our faces hurt already. It was that cold. I looked on my iPhone and it said the temperature was -3 degrees. Ouch.
We were shown our table towards the back where our hostess was busy with an elderly woman who clearly was unhappy with whatever table they showed them. I hope I never get to the point where I have to argue about everything just because I can. If I turn into an annoying old lady, my children will surely call me on it! Anyway, we watched as the famous cinnamon rolls "rolled" past us coming out of the kitchen door towards other tables. Mmmmmm. Piping hot cinnamon rolls were soon going to be ours as well! We discussed whether we wanted breakfast or not - but clearly we did because that was the only menu's placed in front of us - so breakfast it was.
Kelly walked in and we had a lovely moment of reunion for the three of us. It was good to see my right hand people. The ones I counted on to keep everything going smoothly at the theater. It didn't seem right that we didn't work together anymore. We traded some stories of what was going on in our lives. Showed some pictures and waited....for the cinnamon rolls. I ordered the eggs, sausage patties and hash browns and the cinnamon rolls. Laura got oatmeal and a side of eggs. We decided to share my cinnamon rolls. Kelly got the breakfast burrito and cinnamon rolls. As we sipped our coffee and continued to tell our stories and show our pictures, the beautiful rolls were suddenly sitting in front of us! Wheee. Just what the Doctor ordered for our frozen toes and fingers and noses and to cheer us up from our employment woes.
Wait! Mine weren't piping hot! The frosting wasn't exactly melting off the plate! What the crap? In fact, when I put my fork in and pulled the roll away, it was kind of hard to pull away. Aren't they suppose to be so fresh that it just falls into my fork? As I put the cinnamon roll into my eager mouth, it became apparent to me that it was kinda cold! Huh. The cinnamon rolls we had talked about and dreamed about and braved the weather to have WERE COLD? How could it be? We braved forward and continued to eat our cold cinnamon rolls. We didn't speak of it, no one mentioned it. We just picked and poked at the rolls because that's why we came here.
I'm going to Florida on Monday. Visiting the mouse and hoping to do some much needed relaxing. I'm now afraid to hope too much for this vacation because if I do I'm sure to be sorely disappointed - much like the cinnamon rolls. So instead, I will approach my time away as just another trip - no expectations - no hopes for warm weather and quiet time, because then I'll be pleasantly surprised when I do get those things - or not. I just don't want a repeat of the cinnamon roll expectation. But then again, it's Disney - and they would never DARE to disappoint...would they?
