In addition to that, just a word of advice - if you ever need to be in Daytona Beach for any reason at all, make sure it isn't March 1st through March 7th. That's Bike Week, when something like 1/4 of a million bikers descend on Daytona and generally have a pretty well mannered good time of things. But it means that every single hotel is booked solid, even the shit holes. And the bookings that aren't full are twice their usual rate.
The constant loud as fuck motorcycle noise doesn't bug me for some reason. What it does to the traffic really sucks, though.
I happened to glance over my shoulder last night while we were checking in just as a set of brunette twins in thongs, black lace pants, and bikini tops that just barely covered their nipples were directed toward the elevators by the dude walking behind them. The idea I have of Daytona Beach (mostly from the golf loving sub division where my in laws live) makes this sort of thing a great bit of cognitive dissonance.
I really really really miss my dog. And Alicia - I got your message and both me and Karl appreciate it a lot. I think we're covered on the home front at the moment, but if anything comes up we think we might need we'll give you guys a ring.