Yesterday was our 37th anniversary. We couldn't decided where we wanted to celebrate but we knew we had to make a Sam's, Walmart and PetSmart run. By the time we finished shopping we were starving, so we just went to Olive Garden around 2:00pm. Well after stuffing ourselves, there was no way we were going to be eating dinner out. Instead, we played Canasta with Roger and Monette and Pam and Mike. Sad to say, the women lost by almost 14,000. Will it ever get better? I don't really care whether we win or lose, I just enjoy playing the game; however, one of my fellow teammates has had it, and never wants to play again. Hopefully she'll change her mind.
This morning we got in Monty and Marlene's truck and headed down to Rockport (about an hour's drive) to see our friends Pat and Merv. They had wintered in our park the past four years, but ventured off this season for something new. They are in a park that is "in the making." A gigantic clubhouse with only the exterior walls (no heat or a/c). The laundry room has only two washers and two dryers. The swimming pool that was supposed to be done over the summer has not even begun to be built. After visiting awhile, we all headed over to a restaurant Marlene had heard was good - Charlotte Plummers.
We ate upstairs on the 2nd floor so we could get a good view of the fishing boats and the bay. The waiter recommended the stuffed flounder fillet. It was one of the best meals I have ever eaten.
For $16.99 apiece, we got the veggies, baked potato, stuffed flounder, plus a trip to the soup (chicken enchilada) and salad bar. I could have made a meal from just the soup, it was so good.
Mark, Monty, Marlene, Pat, and Merv just getting ready to start eating.
Needless to say - no dinner tonight! The park is having a fish fry tonight from the fish that Wendel and Gordon had caught last week. When we stopped into the clubroom around 3:15pm when we returned today, they were already starting to heat up the oil to start frying - even though the fish fry doesn't start until 6:00pm. How good is that cold fish going to be in three hours??? Mark just got back from walking Butch, and one of the guys told him that the oil won't heat up high enough to start frying because it too cold here. So guess what - they moved the fryer indoors! Yep, I'm staying as far away as I can possibly be. Mark couldn't stand it, he's up there now checking out the situation. I'm glad we don't work tomorrow because that building is going to stink.
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