Well, the annual summer gathering of my wife's side of the family was it's usual memorable success. We managed to overwhelm waiters and waitresses at two restaurants with our party of 26 (everybody couldn't make it this year) which included everything from newborns to aged beauties.
Ever try and seat a party of 26 at a restaurant on a Friday evening in a beach town when the big Kingbuster Kingfish tournament is happening?
Let me tell ya, it ain't pretty, but Panama Hatties over by the pier on St. Augustine Beach managed to get us in all together after an hour wait. The food was good and the prices were very reasonable. If you go, be forewarned the place turns into a bar late in the evening. I used to hang out there alot in my college days ... I didn't even know they served food.
On the second night, we made reservations at the more formal Columbia Restaurant and even though we walked in and sat down without any delay, we still managed to totally confuse the two stressed out waiters assigned to our party. Poor things, I hope they didn't get fired.
The collage at the top goes something like this:
Top row = My nieces and brother-n-law
Middle row = Me and my girls, Our newest family member Jade and her Mom, about half our party at the Columbia
Bottom row = Emma and Jasmine, covey of cousins, Mckenzie one of my twin nieces.
Friday evening, we watched the shuttle streak across the sky as we waited to get inside the restaurant. I've watched rockets shoot into the Florida sky since the Gemini days and I never get tired of going out to see it.
This is the vapor trail left after the actual firebreathing shuttle is out of sight.
Tomorrow, I have 4 hours of professional tests to take as my last hurdle for my National Teacher Certification, so I suppose I should be studying and not blogging.
Typical student ... easily distracted.