Brought to you today by the letter “B”: Birthday, Beer, BBQ, Beer, Bowling, Beer, Billiards and, um, Beer
After backing slowly away from the nuclear plant, our heroes found their motel and settled in for the night. The next morning we awoke to find that we weren’t in Florida anymore. We could tell because the temperature was actually below the melting point of lead, and the lack of humidity let us breathe without our water filtration masks.
We also found that they had a petting zoo. With goats.
I must admit that it felt good to be back. We have decided that when we win the lottery and can afford to A) live in Florida in the winter and B) encase ourselves in a mobile anti-blackfly sphere we will move back.
We arrived at the home of Venita’s sister, Janet (aka, Snowgirl), and brother-in-law, Ed (aka, Ejen), around noon. They live in our first “B”–Brewer. How appropriate! For it was the birthday of my buddy, Bruce (aka, Ric the Schmuck). And everyone knows that brewers brew beer for big, bad birthday boys named Bruce!
And what a birthday bash! We had a BBQ at the Schmuck abode, where Ric grilled what my offspring termed the “Best. Burgers. Ever.” Then, we took our kids out to a bar! W00t!
There was much bowling and billiards and beer consumption (even if some of it was of the “beer, extra root” sort). And a good time was had by all.
We were on our way to enjoying this vacation more than any other. Ever. And it was only Day 2…
[TO BE CONTINUED]…