Last year, I had planned a trip to Disneyworld with my BF. I had gotten all these in-park reservations ahead of time, and of course, we would be checking out star wars land.
We were all set to go, but BAM, hurricane Dorian appears. It looked like we were going to have to cancel because the trajectory was going to hit Orlando square on, but we held out hope. A couple days before, it looked like Dorian was going to miss Orlando, so we went down.
We had some crazy “hurricane sex” as we called it that night (lol) and I woke up the next morning horny as hell but we had stuff to do, so no time for another round.
After our Micky Mouse club breakfast we got into the magic kingdom and it was disserted. Everyone but a few Floridians had cancelled their reservations and it looked like we were going to get the park pretty much to ourselves.