Well, I returned from Florida on Monday sans tan lines, a hangover, or any juicy stories. My trip home was by no means similar to Animal House, PCU, or Hangover (the original or sequel) but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t spectacular. I spent the four days lollygagging and taking it easy. I watched the sun creep up early every morning while working out. I shopped with dad and saw the makings of his new restaurant, which I believe will be his finest work to date (I call it his masterpiece, his Mona Lisa). It was totally legit. I attended a friend’s wedding where I was not wearing the best outfit, she was, and I am perfectly happy with that. I celebrated Father’s Day with dinner where the appetizer, main course, and dessert were served with a side of laughs.
Out of all the non events during my trip, there was one moment that had me laughing extra loud. It involved my brother, G (I call him G and he calls me Mad), and it happened Sunday right before dinner. I asked him what his gift to my dad was. His response? “I didn’t get him anything. I figured I would wash his car.” Oh G, have I taught you nothing about gift giving? I can’t wait until you get a girlfriend. Will you wash her hair for Christmas?
This weekend, I’ll be hunkering down on my summer projects and watching a couple of great oldies but goodies I stole from my dad (Stand by Me. Basic Instinct, etc.). Thanks dad. What will you be up to?