TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 2010

Friday night my brother and I went to Fort Pierce for "Friday Fest," which is apparently put on the first Friday of every month. We walked around for awhile, me looking for a baked good that would make missing the state fair OK (not found), and Ross contemplating the reaction he would get if he wore an Affliction style shirt with a huge image of Jesus's face on it to Thanksgiving dinner (decision will be revealed on November 25Th). Then we sat outside of Tiki Bar watching the fishing boats and festival crowd go by. When we left we also caught a little bit of the live band playing awesome 90's music--Beastie Boys anyone? I pulled Ross away to go to the bar that everyone has told me to go to, Mother Truckers. A sand bar with another live band, this one playing music like "Brown Eyed Girl". Of course, I did get a little lost on the way and we ended up at a biker bar with a live band playing 70's music for a little while before we got to our final destination.
The next day started with cinnamon rolls and a trip to the beach. A random guy in the lobby of my work last week started chatting to me about how killer the waves were going to be, and he was right. Even the main beach in Jensen was covered in surfers and skim borders. There was some sort of charity event going on where they were teaching people how to surf for free. We were going to go, but somehow it never happened. Relaxing and spending time in the waves was just perfect enough. Later on we went to get Smokey's BBQ, then when we got home Ross ate a little bit more with the Grandparents. For the night we tried to go to a club someone at the Humane Society recommended, but it was OBVIOUSLY a mistake. The bouncers outside the bar checked my purse as they patted Ross down for weapons. When we got in we saw that there were ten people in there, AND they wanted cover--5 dollars for me and 10 for him (early arrival discount). We left and went to an Irish Pub down the street that had (surprise!) live music. This time it was a girl lead singer that sang Cranberries and definitely pulled it off (hard thing to do).
Sunday was a rainy, movie day. Grandpa and Grandma behaved themselves. Grandpa didn't walk around in his boxers and Carol even made a stew(?) with left overs that I didn't even realize were in the fridge. Since none of the recipe could be distinguished from any meal I've eaten here, Ross went out and got us Mexican from Moe's. We ended the night playing Rummy 500, and Rosa's little sister beating him by over 100 points both games.
When we left for the airport yesterday morning at ten Carol was in her nightgown starting coffee and having her 2nd cigarette of the day. Grandpa was not up yet. Luckily we had a long car ride to the airport, so I could see Ross's amazing dance moves. If you haven't seen them, I encourage you to put on some Katy Perry, and step back. If what it looked like sitting down was that outstanding, I can't imagine how it looks in full.
I made it through a rain storm that debilitated me down to 40mph, only to find that I was alone with the grandparents again. My first order of business was cleaning out the fridge and that stew. After one particularly large/loud batch through the garbage disposal, Grandpa started fussing at me. I told him he could clean out the fridge if he'd like. He told me that that was fine, he would. I said, "Really, because left-over dinner I made for you 2 weeks ago just went down the disposal." We glared at each other. Home Sweet Home.
Today I bought groceries and when I got home I got the usual slack for buying too much. I joked that Ross ate everything out of our fridge. "When is Ross coming?" Grandpa wanted to know. Then (instead of putting each prescription in to the computer operator) I went to the Walmart Pharmacy to drop off the Grandparents' prescription for this month. When I got back, 5 doughnuts were already missing. I pointed this out to Carol as proof that I have to buy all that food I buy, but she told me that doughnuts aren't food, they're delicious happiness. Remember that.