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Life is always a gamble. Sometimes it doesn't matter if you win or lose, but it's about the thrill, the action and making sound choices in life. So far, great choices, average results (imagine 60/40 decisions with 40% results).

Monday, May 01, 2006

Day 3: L'chayim!

Back to Florida.

After a very lazy morning, we decided it would be good to put the top down and drive along the Ocean on their seaside route A1-A. Amusingly, this lazy seaside road doesn't give you ANY view of the ocean. It's crap. It only provides the accessibility to millions upon millions of Condos that we saw from Fort Lauderdale to Palm Beach. However, we did drive with the top down which gave my forehead a nice fry.

We had no idea where we were as we traveled North. After an hour or so, we came upon an incredible Texas-like rainstorm, where we had to put the top up and hydroplane back to the hotel. The storm was quite localized, but Andrea was getting a little antsy for not eating that day, so we had to sneak in some vittles before the 5:30pm wedding (remember it's Sunday).

When we back to Deerfield Beach, there just didn't seem to be much open on a Sunday that wasn't fast food. Nearing Andrea's death, we stumble upon a place called Crabby Jacks which looks like a rundown Sam's Boat (yes, it makes Sam's boat look good).

The place has the feel of a Sam's boat (think pick up joint for those who don't dress themselves well combined with the best place to sport your Camaro and new tank top), and we are greeted by a barely 18 yr old waitress with only 3/4 of a shirt. Her belly is kind of like mine.....combined with the horrible shirt, we nickname her Blue Bell. The staff them is to looky slutty and act irreverent, and they are doing a wonderful job.

After some gawd awful seafood (actually Andrea's chicken-steak-sandwichy-thing looked good), and some terrible drinks, we ditched the place to get ready for the wedding. Only asides: they served Yeungling lager, which is a beer I've NEVER seen outside of Eastern Pennsylvania, and Andrea realized there is a Crabby Jack's in San Antonio that was one of her ex-es favorite joints. Seems the smokers like it.

We arrive at the wedding, and I am one of only 2-3 people not wearing a black suit. I thought black suits were for funerals? I know it was black tie optional, but if I don't wear a tux, was I supposed to wear a black vs. a dark colored suit?

I have one momento from the trip, Dan bought the Cornell guys a black Cornell yamaka (sp?). It has a bear on it and it does a good job of covering my growing bald spot. Good for me! No, I couldn't find a link to it. Yes, my head is so big it was amusing.

The wedding was very well done. The food was great, the drinks were generous, the people enjoyed themselves and we were happy to be there. The ceremony seemed quite traditional (as far as I know) and the reception was filled with some get-down funky family antics. I wish the happy couple all the best. Andrea said she liked it.

Short report later on day 4 where we make a trip to Palm Beach to see an old friend.

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