My Ebay bids have been rejected and the St Augustine boat dealer I had spoken with decided not to open his doors this weekend.
His Daughter is having her first Communion.
I like when a person puts his family first, over business. But I don't remember my first Communion taking up an entire weekend.
Did some housekeeping on the boat, got called to a surprise birthday party for a friend, which was held in a local tavern. We were glad to show some support to our friend, you only turn 40 once, right?
Arrived at the karaoke bar, (ohhhh, I dread bad singing. This includes me, which is why I don't get up there).
The first fellow up there, takes the mike and gives a little speech;
"I'd like to take a moment and thank all of "Rascals" Two weeks ago, we had to bury my first grandchild. Our fifteen year old daughter had gotten pregnant, and her son was born with Anencephaly, was born at 7:21 am and passed away at 4:30 pm.
"I watched my daughter suffer as her child was dying. "The good people of "Rascals" had a dart tournament and we raised enough money to have a proper burial of my grandson, thanks, from the bottom of my heart."
How the h e double toothpicks did I get involved in this kind of evening?
This was a definite buzz-kill situation.
So, we did our best to have a good time, but could only stay about two hours, because the cigarette smoke was burning our eyes.
Our friend, John, was doing ok. He had three girls who were there with him, literally on a date. Happy 40th, John!
We went home and I watched the NASCAR All Star Race, while the Spousal Unit went off to bed. Big evening, indeed.
I'm still bummed.
Hope all of you had a fine weekend!