Will my sadness ever fizzle?
I hate whoever stole my shizzle.
Fracking arse-holes, effing 'tards!
Oh how I cryeth for thy memory cards.
As you can see I still cry.
It's too hard to simply say good-bye.
I can't forget no matter how I try.
All day long I heave big sighs.
Did I lose it at the Holy Rosary?
During wedding rehearsals for Vi and Tory?
Or maybe it was lost at Van Loc.
I can't believe this is happening, this SOCKS!
My lost memory cards have consumed my mind. I can't think of anything else. Do you know how almost depressed I get just thinking about the thief simply erasing 400-500 images of precious memories?!? UGH! I hate people I swear. I feel like I'm going through a bad break-up or something. You'll have to put up with this roller coaster of emotions I've been going through as of late. Similar introductions such as this will follow-up with the real blog entry. A thousand pardons. The second restaurant in the spotlight at Dreams Resort is Portofino. This was their fancy fine dining establishment. No kids were allowed and business casual attire was required. The food overall was still free but if you wanted to order the lobster or a bottle of wine, then they would happily charge you. The food was mediocre. Taste wise, I think it was comparable to something a cafeteria could churn up. The restaurant itself was really nice and the waiter was super friendly.
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