19.6.11

Settling down...


Moments after I finished writing yesterday's blog post, my phone rang and the lead teacher for the Material Science camp was asking me if I wanted to meet to plan the next couple of days of the camp in the lobby of our hotel.

Plan? Are you kidding me? Hellz yeah I wanted to plan...I needed to do something to stop obsessing...

So, we met and I took some notes and felt scads better. I went back up to the room where the boys were all still asleep. I showered and got ready to go out to dinner and grab some Diet Coke and a bottle of wine for the week. The boys followed suit and we were out on the town.

We found a fun sports bar on campus called The End Zone and were fully immersed in University of Florida fun. In fact, we got to watch Florida play in the college world series while we ate. And while no one opted to take the Gator Cup Burger Challege...we did eat alligator.

So, pretty complete Florida experience for dinner. The female wait-staff at The End Zone dressed in Hooter's style attire, tights, royal blue shortie shorts, an orange Gator's t-shirt cut into a v in the front and tied up in the back to reveal their stomach and back a little, and some bizarre variation of woolen knee socks with royal blue, orange and white colors. The boys were bummed we happened to get the only male waiter in the place.

From there we went to Publix for groceries, and then to some cross bt a Dick's Sporting Goods and a Deveroe's for the boys. We got ice cream and called it a night. When I got home, Return of the King was on TNT so I was able to drift to sleep dreaming of Aragorn jumping of the Corsair's ship with the men of the mountain and all was well.

Till we got to the University of Florida this morning, of course...but that's for another post. Stay tuned till tomorrow...

1 comment:

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