Black Point

Happily, Wifey's bad back has been rearing its ugly head less frequently, and yesterday she travelled to Century Village to see an Israeli cousin, and came back ready to go out! We mustered at Jeff and Lili's and met Ken and Joelle. Joelle is turning 50 this Winter, and is planning a huge party for herself. She's scouting venues, and decided to check out the restaurant at Black Point, so we drove down Old Cutler to Galloway to the marina. It was a lovely scene, with the setting sun. We got a table and had terrific fried fish and chowders. My friend Mike pointed out years ago that very little that's deep fried insn't delicious. It's true, and my crunchy grouper was a testament to that fact. Kenny and Joelle took a tour, and the manager showed where they could accomodate a private group, and promised the band would be terrific, and the party goers would get their own raw bar and, more importantly, regular bar. The place gets my vote... D2 drove up to Gainesville and then Tampa. One of her sorority sisters turned 21, and her family invited them out on the family yacht, which is docked right by my favorite restuarant, Bern's. D2 called me to tell me the weekend didn't suck -- the boat dropped them off in St. Pete, where they had lunch and shopped. She's headed back to Gville later, and then will fly home early Tuesday for her internship. Tonight, the fun continues. My partner Paul's best college friend Frank is here from LA. Frank and I bonded years ago, and really dig each other's company. He and his wife Beth are going to Peru with Paul and Patricia (that's a lot of Ps), and have a night in Miami. So, we've decided to all meet for dinner on Brickell. Coincidentally, D1's boyfriend's mom Cindy is in from Indiana, spending a reunion weekend with her best college bud. So 12 of us will meet at Perricone's, for some pasta, drinks, and laughter. Afterwards, we plan to go to D1's apartment, and enjoy the view from the 36th floor. I just returned from Total Wine with 4 bottles of champagne for that part of the evening. So again, summer in Miami isn't too bad... For now, I think I hear my couch calling, for a Sunday nap. Yes, it's pretty fine here these days...