The Nickelodeon Hotel, May She Rest in Peace.

I don’t have much this week, finishing a quarter of school before a 2-week trip abroad, so my brain is, mentally, here.

I never said it was good thing if one’s psyche is here.

My mom took me to the Nickelodeon hotel when I was a kid because I begged her and she was a very sweet and fun mom who enjoyed doing that stuff with us a lot, but this one tested her. I took a sip of her water when we took a break at the rainforest cafe (also in Orlando) to find it was straight vodka on ice.

Now that I am 31, I understand deep within my subconscious why my mother needed straight, ice-cold liquor to survive a stay at this plagued motel. That hotel room is possessed. I can’t believe we didn’t catch COVID. Was it the 1990s? I think so, but I googled it and it said it opened in 2005. For religious reasons I refuse to believe I was 12, that sounds too old for this kind of trip. But, maybe, just maybe, we’re never too old to be creeped out by a holiday inn run by Viacom.

At least we have them looking out for us…our godparents.