Wifey and Edna returned Friday from their no testosterone night at Edna's condo in Hallandale. We went to sushi at Sukora, which rhymes with Wifey, and had a lovely evening.
Saturday am we shared coffee, and then my sister of another mister Mirta came by. Mirta is my Canes wife -- Wifey has pronounced no day games on account of it's too hot for her -- Mirta is glad to be the fill in. She and Edna caught up, and then we were on the road to Joe Robbie with a Roof.
Norman and Maria were in set up mode, and avoiding losing fingers while helping erect the tent, we got up all three. Of course, I got some chuckles from Norman's boy Benji about the risks of having older guys involved in erections...
The usual suspects came by, and I shared a bit of Stoli Orange with Dr. Barry, Jim, and Paul. Dr. Eric and Dana had his own set up since his boy Josh hosted some Georgia Tech buddies in from Atlanta -- Norman greeted the visitors with a very serviceable chant of "Nerds, Nerds, Nerds..."
In homage to the engineers, Eric and Dana's tailgate spread was well organized -- perfect dishes of taco ingredients. But Rob, their friend, brought the best -- his home smoked ribs, which were truly the best I ever had.
We laughed and ate and drank. It was a fine Saturday afternoon...and then...
The Canes treated us to a Top 10 all time game -- losing for most of it, but coming back to win with mere seconds left. Barry and Josh sit a row in front, and after halftime I moved between them, as Mirta caught up with her son Mike, who had scored some Club tickets. When the small miracle pass at 4th and 11 was completed, Barry and I hugged wildly, as we did when Danny Miller's last second field goal beat the Gators in the Orange Bowl in 1980. We were ecstatic as college boys then -- 47 years later, we were still ecstatic about our Canes...
The game ended, and we lingered in the stadium, singing the alma mater. Josh, who will be twenty in March seemed to sense he had seen an epic game as well. He makes me proud to have as a nephew...
Mirta and I drove the Palmetto, and Mirta called in our order for late night sandwiches at Pinecrest Bakery -- a new tradition we started this year. The staff there speaks ZERO English, even though the shop is in Gringo heavy Pinecrest. No worries -- their delicious sandwiches are so great -- they can speak Swahili, for all I care.
We brought home a pavo (turkey) for Wifey, and Mirta and I got Cubans. Edna loved her Monte Cristo -- humorously pronounced by the staff.
We munched, and chatted, and then Mirta left. Edna leaves today.
Wifey visited her mother yesterday, and the news was sad -- the old lady is declining, and in a lot of pain from her repeated falls. I see an awful graduation in her near future -- the graduation from assisted living to nursing home.
If you win the life contest and get many years, often the prize is one you really don't want.
But yesterday, with that one sad wrinkle, was grand...
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