Ahoy!

Biscayne Bay, where the Cuban gentlemen sleep all day...

So Wifey and I fetched D2 from MIA. D2 got into the car and was greeted with a turkey breast sandwich, black and white cookie, and an ecstatic little Spaniel who immediately took a lick of her sandwich...

And then last night Wifey and I drove over past the Seaquarium, and mustered with Eric, Dana, Barry, and Donna, and boarded the Captain Sir! for a sunset sail. Captain Russ and First mate Susan set out a lovely spread of cheese and fruit and crab cakes, and crusted sea bass and his award winning key lime pie. It's true - food tastes better on a luxury sailboat on a gorgeous, breeze filled Miami night.

Eric mixed martinis and cosmos, and even Wifey had a drink! She got nicely buzzed, she said, for the first time in awhile. We sat on the foredeck and drank and chatted, and laughed. Susan played 70s tunes on the sound system, and Dana and I showed our name that tune chops are still very sharp, though we needed help from Eric's shazam (tm) app on his I phone to identify the singer of "Show and Tell" (Al Wilson).

The lights came on in the city. An impossibly huge orange full moon rose over the Port. The beauty was almost absurd.

I've been everywhere, man, like Johnny Cash sings, and seen some gorgeous places. Miami, on a night like last, from Biscayne Bay, tops them all. It truly does. The evening light, the office and condos reflecting off the water, back lit by the orange moon --it was surreal. Like we were watching something created in an animator's studio.

I felt bad for anyone who has never seen it. I really did.

We headed for home. The enormous bottle of Stoli that Eric figured we'd use a fraction of, well, it was 3/4 empty. D2 smirked as she saw it and welcomed us back.

Eric and Dana made me a gorgeous photo mosaic of our families. Eric is truly a pro level photographer (and bartender). He only keeps his day job as cardiologist to pay the bills...

Barry and Donna gave me some fine single malt Scotch, and a Cole Haan Kindle cover. Barry and I have been talking about Kindles for years now --the Ds bought me one for Father's Day, and I suspect Barry will get his for HIS birthday, which is a week away.

Even sweeter --there were birthday cards from Barry's boys, to their terrific "Uncle." I'm so proud of them. Scott is a mini Barry (though mini isn't the right word for the 14 year old who is already 6'2"). He excells in school, and is loved by his classmates. Josh, the musician, marches to his own drummer, and confounds his parents constantly. But I have no doubt he'll soar as well...

So we're back on land for now, though headed back next to the ocean for dinner tonight, with both Ds, and D1's boyfriend Joel. D1 is working like a dog at her "part time" job --and working like a REAL dog, not her pampered Cavalier...Tonight she's taking a well deserved break.

This turning 50 thing doesn't really suck. As long as you don't go it alone...