Father's Day Part 2

When my Father's Day at Top Golf turned into an awkward mess, Daughter decided to let it be known to the management. She used to be an event planner so she has an idea how things ought to go. When they don't, she is quick to speak up.

Graciously, they offered us a free day of golf along with free food and drinks to make up for all the confusion and misunderstandings surrounding the previous event.

Instead of it turning into an awkard re-do, it turned out to be a great day.

As usual, their food was delicious and the wait staff was friendly and attentive.

The only snafu was that our scoring monitor crashed and had to be replaced in the middle of a game.

 The tech support guy was amazing. He switched out our monitor with a replacement in record time while entertaining us with a little floor to ceiling gymnastics.

If you look up at the ceiling you can see the crazy amount of wiring each bay requires. The fact that they had us back up and running in minutes without losing the game in progress is impressive.

 It would have been a perfect day if Daughter hadn't beat me. I guess you can't have everything.
Thank you Top Golf.
Your customer service is the best!

That's All There Is

This is it for the squash this year. The plants all fell over dead without producing much of anything.

 

The only thing really producing are the tomatoes and even they are on the icky side. It's been too hot. It's been too dry. Now it's too wet. It was always something. We fed a lot of bugs and that's about it. This may be the last garden. It has not been fun.

Vive le Tour!

No one is a bigger fan of the Tour de France than I am. We usually always have a French dinner on the day the riders get to Paris to celebrate.

This year I had to do the shopping myself. Tacos and beans are French, right?

Working Out

I've been putting something together today.

While She and The Daughter were shopping in Marshall's yesterday, I found this in the ladies section, dirt cheap.

I've wanted one of these for a long time.

 It seems like lots of fun on TV.

I bet I am going to be sore as sh*t tomorrow.

Friday Night Classic

It's already July and I just made it to my first local farmer's market and classic car rally of the year.

As usual, there was a lot to see.

There were new things and some old favorites.

The Packard that this was attached to was getting lots of attention.

Every Friday the city of North Beach puts on quite an impressive street festival with wine, crabs, art and every beautiful veggie you can think of.

The boardwalk and the beach offer lots of entertainment as well.

We are only minutes away from all this and we take it for granted. Not sure why-but I hope to go back again next week.

What's for Dinner

The garden is in a sad state. Too much heat. Too many bugs. Not enough rain. I'm glad I'm not a farmer.

We have had a few things manage to wearily produce something edible but it is all being done without much enthusiasm. The cukes are a little bizarre. These are seedless. I'm not sure they are supposed to be but they are.

It's no surprise that the jalapeno peppers are going crazy but they are not hot. Not at all. The tomatoes are sad and mushy. The green ones are falling off the vines if you even look at them. All the green bean plants got eaten by a pair of groundhogs. They did me a favor.

Having said all that let me assure you that the little bit we have harvested we appreciate. That squash was gone in seconds. It was good.

Independence Day

 

It's the 4th of July and things are cooking.

 

We were invited to help #1 Son and wife inaugurate their new grill today.

It certainly did its job well.

The corn looked scary but tasted great.

There was something for everyone.

Dessert was perfect for this really hot day.

It was in the high 90's once again so the cookout was mostly an indoor affair.

It was even too warm out for the big guy. He's no puppy anymore.

On the way home I took advantage of Virginia's lower tobacco tax. These were $5. At home they are now $7. It's time to quit.

The way home took us over the Woodrow Wilson Bridge so we had a nice view of the city on its special day. We did have to wonder about those who were braving the heat in order to see the fireworks this year. They must all be crazy.

All the way home there were reminders of what day it was. This is a motorcycle flying down the Beltway.
Happy Birthday America!