The sucking vortex of non-Euclidean roadways known as Orlando [1] began it's influence of madness over us hours before we left. We were planning on how best to get back to the Turnpike [2] from the hotel [3] when Bunny and I started arguing yet again [4]. She wanted to follow the torturous path we took to get here, which involved an intricate series of turns and switchbacks while carefully aligning ourselves within certain lanes at certain times. I wanted to follow yet another intricate path of a torturous series of turns and switchbacks while carefully aligning outselves within certain times at certain lanes. Either route lead to madness.
Also at stake was who would be the unfortunate driver to brave the maelstrom of roads until the relative safety of the Turnpike. I don't recall who drove. All I know is we barely made it out alive.
Unrelated, I wish to leave you with a mental image of the most surreal observation I saw on the way out of the hotel: a Little Person and their dog riding a Segway [5] down the hall.
[3] https://www.hyatt.com/en-US/hotel/florida/hyatt-regency-orlando/mcoro