Trill O.G Presents Part III: GDC II Orlando

By Gavano

About the Book
Join Gavano, Bread, and Lambo as their adventure concludes—and just in time too! Too much time spent together on the road and in close confines has them at each other’s throats as greed, entitlement, and competition begin to run wild, and the three of them weasel their way into anywhere they can.

About the Author
Gavano began writing after working/attending his first festival, Bonnaroo. While there, the events that transpired were so crazy, he felt compelled to write them down. Though he never intended to be a writer, and after hand-writing Gavanoroo in a very chaotic environment, he never wanted to write a book again.
But, after people began complementing his work and as more crazy events relentlessly happened on a regular basis, Gavano decided to invest his life savings in furthering his adventures and continuing the series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Sep 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798886833256

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Home Base

So, after a week of staying right by Disney World, we are, once again, in the bind of finding a new place to stay. After finishing up our lunch, it is 2:00 on a Sunday afternoon. We browse Trip Advisor and sign up for a nice three-bedroom condo in Orlando. Personally, I wanted to get the one close to the Tinker Field the arena that EDC Orlando is going take place at. This would allow me to have more control of when I could come and go since Bread and Lambo take forever to do anything most of the time. Lambo says, We should get a hotel closer to Home Base, that is where everything goes down after EDC anyway.

It is about 30 minutes from the venue, so I am skeptical about it. We call to see if they have early check-in, and of course, they say that they are running behind. Our rooms won’t be ready until the normal check-in time of 4:00, which is understandable. Lambo says, If you guys want to do anything, we got plenty of time to spare.

I am not in a good mood today, and uncharacteristically, letting them know it.

I say, Man, this is some bullshit. We haven’t done shit since we been back here. Literally, all I want to do is go to the pool or the beach and catch a tan. We had to wait for hours yesterday getting the car and going to the casino. I already spent $2,000 on this trip and have nothing to show for it. Not to mention I paid $60 to get these Net10 Prepaid cards, and they don’t even fucking work. I am sitting in the back seat with my sleeping bag over my head, trying to make the day disappear.

Lambo says, You want to go to the mall?

I say, I don’t even fucking care.

He takes us to the outdoor mall. Bread and Lambo agree that the food court is nice.

Oh shit! They got a theme park store too?

I say, It sucks. They literally have the most basic shit ever. The whole pin selection is atrocious.

Lambo says, You want to get something?

Yeah. A drink. They pull over and stay in the car. I get out. Fuck it. I start to look around. Most of the stores in this outlet mall are overpriced. I really don’t want to be spending any money, especially since I have been spending it as if it was burning a hole in my pocket.

I walk to the food court, which is made up of food trucks in a circle. I circle around the whole thing, looking at the prices of the drinks, and they legit have nothing to offer under $5 except for some canned sodas that are $2 a pop. The food court is also completely empty. After circling around it once more—Fuck this—I decide to go back to the truck.

Lambo moved it, and I have no idea where it is. Since my phone is still off, I get a little anxious. Then I decide to do my own thing; I don’t need them. I can just hit up our old hotel pool; at least that shit has a boat in it. I start heading that direction, and out of nowhere, the truck pulls up next to me.

I take a water bottle out of the bed and jump in the back of the cab. We start driving, passing the Disney store again on the side of the road; we must have passed it at least 20 times by now. I have been trying to stop at it for a while. Lambo asks me, Do you want to go there?

I tell him, I don’t care at this point.

He says, Come on, man. I just want you to be happy.

I tell him, Sure. We stop.

It looks like a huge Disney warehouse, but when you take a deeper look, it is just a bunch of overstock that wouldn’t sell well in Disney World. They probably sell this stuff in bulk to the outlet stores for pennies on the dollar. It is a solid business tactic, but personally, I like quality stuff; this store is sorely lacking in that. Lambo is over there playing with a sweet looking alligator made out of blocks, sort of like a slinky. I can’t find anything that is really catching my eye. We all know I am a sucker for pins though. I head to the pin display and begin to take a gander at them. To my surprise, they have the same weak-ass pin selection the other store had, just a larger amount. I am blown. I literally look at them for 15 minutes, just to see if I am missing anything or if I could find a diamond hidden in the rough, but it is to no avail.

As I walk out, the statues catch my eye. They have some dope looking ones. The one that I’m instantly drawn too is Peter Pan about to kiss Wendy with Tinker Bell holding him back by tugging on his tights. I look at the prices; they are buy one, get the second half off. I walk to the front desk and ask, How much?

The clerk says, $60. Not bad. Since I saw the deal, I ask for the Stitch statue too. The clerk tells me, $80.

I say, Damn. I was hoping it would be the same price or cheaper. I wanted to get out of there with spending less than $100. I will probably get it, I tell the Arab lady who is behind the counter. I walk to the truck and look at the prices on Lambo’s phone. The Stitch is going for $60 and the Peter Pan for $40, online. I know once they run out of inventory, prices might go up. Fuck that. I hop in the car and say, Let’s go.

Bread asks, Did you get anything?

No. They have a way better deal online. I ordered it six months later, as I was typing this up. I would have gotten it for the same price, but shipping was $20.

So? We are in Disney World.

I say, Yeah. I know, but I don’t feel rich right now.

We make our way to our hotel, which looks pretty sweet. We get there 10 minutes before check-in. Lambo goes in with Bread. I hop out and smoke a cigarette. When they come back out, they inform me that the room won’t be ready for a little while. We are stuck by the information building as we wait for the finishing touches on our rented condo. An hour later, we are ready to get checked in around 5:00. (It’s fucked up that you get to check-in at 4:00 but have to be out by 10:00 or 11:00. How can they take an extra six hours from you and not compensate it at all? I don’t even care if it takes time to flip a room; hotels should factor that in and do away with one standard checkout time.)

We enter the condo, and at first glance, it seems like it has it all, but naturally, the TV downstairs does not have a USB slot, so I can’t charge my phone, which is annoying. We have an even bigger problem though. The condo only has one bed. We requested three. Lambo calls Priceline to complain about it—very respectfully, I might add. They say that a request for three beds does not guarantee that it will happen. They suggest he calls the front desk and ask for help, but there are no guarantees.

Lambo calls the front desk to voice our concerns. I am over this shit at this point, so I start to do curl-ups, not trying to lose any progress I have made over the last week. The front desk says that everything is booked, so switching rooms is impossible. In other words, it is looking bleak for us. Lambo says, If we can’t switch apartments, I get the bed upstairs, and you two can fight over the couch.

I say, It does not even matter to me. I will get the floor again.

Bread wants the bed for himself.

This is your fucking fault, Lambo! I am getting the damn bed. You just had the master room at the last spot. It is my turn.

Lambo says, Because I booked it. You haven’t booked a room the whole time. I also drove everywhere.

Bread responds, Yeah, because you have a card. I would have booked something, too, if I had a card, but you guys didn’t want to stop at the bank, so I could open an account.

Lambo says, Fuck that. I am getting the bed. I literally put in all the work for everything while you sit back and don’t do shit.

Bread goes, Are you fucking for real? You are going to try and get another one over on me? I am tired of you jewing me. This shit ain’t fucking right. I’m done with this shit.

Lambo gets a call from Priceline. He talks to a manager.

I use you guys all the time, I have literally booked with you 8 billion times, and have never had one issue until today. I just don’t see how I requested a three bedroom, and you stuck me in a one bedroom.

They say, There is nothing we can do. There is fine print on their website about transactions being non-refundable. It is the hotel’s fault, not ours.

We are upstairs. I am trying to use the USB slot on the TV, but this TV is broken and doesn’t even turn on. Lambo says, Should I just call them again?

I tell him, I am not sure if that is going to do anything. We might as well go to the front desk and talk to them in person.

Lambo and I walk to the main office. Honestly, a little time away from Bread could do us both good right now.

After we walk in, I make myself a cup of coffee. We begin talking to the receptionist at the front desk, who is a young, light-skinned, girl named Aaliyah; she is really chill. She starts breaking down the situation.

I’m sorry if I was rude to you over the phone. Right after I got off with you, someone else came up to me with the same problem. They are miscasting the rooms online to make our resorts seem more attractive. They are really trying to get ya’ll in here. Let me show you what they are telling me online.

It says everything but the one bedrooms are booked.

Lambo shows her his phone.

"The Priceline website