some of my relatives in Florida. The fun ones. I have a lot of sets, or subsets, really, of blood relatives, but only two actually fun sets. One set is in Florida, and the other is split into two - one in Pennsylvania, and one in Kentucky. OK - that's three. Whatever.
Anyway, the Florida set is three households - two on the coast, one inland. We got together with the two coasties and the inlander, and stayed at a beach condo that belongs to one of them...and we had great views.
JB says hi, by the way. That's him, in the picture:
Aside from great views, we had a good time. Wish I'd remembered to take a picture of this restaurant we liked - if you walk out the back door to the inlet it sits beside, fishing boats are docked back there, and there's a big covered area where they chop up their fresh catch. And a big sign that says "Before you dump the carcass in the ocean, poke out the eyes". (No wonder why I'm the next best thing to vegetarian. I used to have Twilight Zoney nightmares of being caught on a fishhook by some alien race dudes, and fricasseed [spelling?] into a nice, tasty, of course] appetizer.)
They poke out the eyes so the carcass will sink. Lovely.
Good thing I was drinking white wine and laughing my ass off at my cousins.
But anyway, here's the part you wanna know about - the next afternoon, we drove away from the relatives and checked into our hotel, an hour or so away. And we sat around at the pool for a couple of hours, JB and BT and me. (Okay - not grammatically correct, but it rhymes, so run with it, please. I know I am.)
Here's a pic of JB and BT that I took:
And yes, I was still drinking white wine - but they made me drink it in a plastic cup.
And yes, BT really is a sweetheart. A smartass sweetheart, the kind with a sly smile on his face and a good story behind his eyes - the best kind - and just exactly like you'd figure he'd be, which was no surprise, and that was a good, good thing. Like meeting an old friend you hadn't seen in a while, except in this instance, it had been never.
Cool, huh?
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Over the weekend, JB and I went to see...
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That's definitely BT's good side.
Do you hold the record for most Minion Meetings? I think you must! I'm jealous.
The beach place looks gorgeous!
McK,
You really haveta come over here. Or tell us when you're gonna be in Britain next - way ahead of time, please!
This looks like a fantastin trip. And netting yourself a bona fide Troll must have been a bonus.
I only wish I had more time to hang with Robin and JB. They're both supercool.
That looks wonderful and BT looks just as I imagined him.
oooooooh I am sooooo jealous!
sea and white wine (curious cocktail) without me
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I always imagined BT would be taller.
Sounds like a nice trip indeed.
AHAHAHAHAHAH!
BT looks a bit drunk though.
:-)
What a beautiful spot. I could do with a beach holiday with white sandy beaches. Supercool to be living right on the beach though. When we take the kids the criteria we employ for deciding on a beach is
1: How close can we park (because lugging all the stuff for 5 people and a dog is not fun)
2: Is it dog-friendly and can we leave pooch off the lead?
3: Does it have a loo and is it clean?
The best beach we've found in the UK so far was in North Wales where we could drive right on to it, the loo was shiny and Pooch had the freedom to swim all she liked.
I'm jealous that you got to meet the Troll. I bet that was a hoot. He's a bit smaller than I imagined but just as pretty.
Great shot of JB and BT. You can see the devilish sense of humor in those eyes for sure.
Sounds like a good time was had by all.
Well, I'm a little put out that I wasn't notified of this collision of creative minds. I'm only just up the road, you know. But I guess it's my own fault for not staying in better touch. Next time, though, next time.
Hey, WW. We only had an hour or so, and we were in the same town - next time we're down your way (is it that close?) I'll be sure to say.
That said, bud, don't be such a stranger! It would be great to 'see' you around more. You're missed.
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