Per the handy "Cruise Mapper," Wifey's ship has come back to PortMiami, or nearly so. It's due to dock at 1900 hours.
I spent a lovely final bachelor day with an old friend who came over at 11, and we drove to Alabama Jack's for lunch. It was a gorgeous April day, and we ate very unhealthy fried seafood -- but having a salad at Alabama Jack's seems unholy, somehow.
We caught up on our lives, and of course talked about the old days.
After lunch, we went to Brewing Buddha, our local craft coffee house, owned by Cassady, a very large man who wasn't there. The iced cafe cubano was terrific.
She left, and I spent the evening with the dogs, who watched most of "Casino" with me, even though the dogs and I have seen the movie well over 10 times. I love how evil Ginger is...
This am I'm meeting Norman for a pre workout breakfast. I never eat before my workouts, except for half a banana, so hopefully my trainer Jonathan doesn't have to clean up vomit. I think the lack of vigorousness will help today.
Wifey expected a Daveber at the Port, but I have to hang close to home as an appraiser is coming by -- to give my consuegro Ricardo an offer to sell her 8 year old Lexus. I can only serve her in one capacity at a time.
She's heading to Stephen's in Hialeah with one of her cruisemates, to meet the mate's daughter before MIA. Maybe I can Daveber her home from Hialeah? It depends on when the appraiser arrives.
We mules have to logistically handle our burdens.
To end with the movie reference...I'm still not accepted into Princeton. But it was a fine few days anyway as Wifey enjoyed her cruise.
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