I went to Disney World (or so it was considered). There were a lot of people from my high school there. There were parties or something going on, so I hung out with a few of them. The next day I received a picture message from my friend, Paul with ALL the pictures that had been taken the previous day.
I walked out of a sports bar with a box of leftovers, and decided to find lunch... I didn't want to eat there [again, evidently]. I found my friend, Kayley, outside so I asked if she wanted to join me for lunch at the Olive Garden. I didn't want to take my bulging box of leftovers with me, so I decided to set them on the picnic table outside the sports bar, near the gate of Disney World. I asked the waitress that was outside if she thought it'd be safe to leave them there, she shrugged and said it would probably be fine. I started to walk back into the sports bar and Kayley asked if I was going to get to OG from there.... technically I could have, because it was like a strip mall, and all the businesses were attached on the inside. But I stopped myself, and we walked down the sidewalk to OG. On the way, we found our friend Emma and asked if she wanted to join us. When we got there, the other girls got a table, and for some reason, I went through a back hall and through the kitchen. There was a mattress wedged about chest high between the opposite doorway of the kitchen, so I ducked down and went underneath, trying to avoid being seen by the chef, though I don't think he cared.
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