This is just a quick "I'm back" post. I'm too tired for much else. I'll get back in the posting groove tomorrow.
I spent the weekend in the Fort Lauderdale area, where The Missus's cousin got married. The service at Temple Kol Ami Emanu-El
was my first Jewish wedding. The wedding itself was pretty standard. The reception? Well, let's just say that side of The Missus's family has more money than we'll ever see. The post-ceremony "cocktail hour" alone would have been impressive. The four-course meal that followed was just that much extra "wow". The photographer -- a veritable Franck Eggelhoffer
-- was a hoot, and the DJ was one of the best event DJs I have ever seen. Add in the fact that everybody danced throughout the entire night, and you've got yourself a pretty darn nice party.
I did make it to the beach, briefly, on Saturday. I'm not a big beach guy -- long story -- but I love people watching. We walked and gawked for about an hour.
Since we were only in town for two days, I wasn't expecting to have a whole lot of free time to check out the area. Still, I was hoping to get some Cuban food. There were even two Cuban joints within a mile of our hotel. Unfortunately, it didn't happen. I guess I'll just have to go back. We did, however, manage to find one of those classic inexplicably popular restaurants at which the food is terrible and the service is lousy. It looked
like a great little restaurant. So much for trusting looks. That restaurant happened to be next door to a small puppy store. The puppies were in decent-sized wooden cribs, two or three to a crib. It was way
too easy to pet and play with the puppies. I can't believe we made it out of there without rescuing one.
Not that it needs to be said, but commercial flight still sucks and airport security is still a joke. (But don't point that out, countless signs and recordings remind you. Joking is a criminal offense.) We flew Continental through Houston. Honestly, the four flights all ranked above average. But considering that "average" is about 3 on a scale of ten, the experience still only ranked about a five. In fact, I'd probably even give Continental a six, but the score got pulled down by the flight attendants on the last hop home taking their crankiness out on the passengers.
OK, time to get to work. See you tomorrow, all.