It happened on a Wednesday about two weeks ago. Fort Walton Beach, Okaloosa Island to be exact. Perfect weather--not too hot, beach calling. Waffle House for breakfast. Ugh. Hubby loves this place. Me, not so much. If they could make half way decent gravy, they might have a chance with me, but instead it's that white wallpaper paste that so many places serve. Yuck. Suffered through and then went to my favorite store in the whole world--Publix. Stocked up on stuff for a beach picnic: chicken salad, cracked black pepper and sea salt chips, Tahiti cookies. Tahiti cookies deserve a blog of their own...OMG! Heaven in a white paper bag!
Called up the bestest gambling friend ever who happened to be staying close by, invited her for picnic on the beach. Searched for extra beach chairs at several stores. Found them at one of my other favorite stores--Winn Dixie. ( I so miss WD in Texas). Chairs a bargain at end of season $7.99. Go to buy ice at the place where hubby has bought giant bags of ice for 25 years. Ice place closed. Hubby goes into store connected to ice place. Comes out with black market ice.
Make sandwiches for picnic. Friend arrives!! Yippee!!! Always a treat!!! Head to beach. Gorgeous! Plant chairs, hang out, have picnic, have fun. Then, off to Destin to AJ's for a cocktail. Two cosmos for me. Friend heads home after one drink and hubby and I hang around for a while. Watch the Fishing Rodeo contestants weigh in with the day's catch. Drink a bushwhacker.
Back to house. Family arrives. Only part of the family--many more to come. Go to dinner at an old, funky, sort of 50's seaside restaurant. Good times. More drinks.
More family arrives late bearing a van full of baked goods driven all the way to Florida from Illinois by an 88 year old uncle. Baked goods are unloaded, measured, cut into perfect squares and triangles, argued over, lovingly arranged and supervised by the darling 85 year old baker/aunt.
Bed time for me..left them up. Sweet dreams of a perfect day.
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