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I'm at my brother's beach house at Grayton Beach (between Destin and Panama City). The new monstrosity next to him sleeps 20. It rents for $10,000/week (Elliot Spitzer, where art thou?). Actually, that's a damn good deal per/head per/night (again, Spitzer comes to mind!)! A number of the scantily-clad coeds were down at the pool an hour or so ago. So I tried the old dog trick. I took Nick-Nick out by my brother's pool, and started throwing the Kong-On-A-Rope. THREE MINUTES! In Three minutes four bikini-clad Alerbamer sorority seesters were in MY yard, stroking MY dog.
They apologized ahead of time for the noise they will be generating. The boyfriends started pulling up a few minutes ago with the kegs. I told them I had great ear-plugs .. not to worry. But I also told them that Sheryl Crow's relatives were using her house (next-door), and they hate noise.
The subject of boiled shrimp came up. They .. the Alerbamer coeds .. disagreed on whether shrimp should be boiled for 20 or 30 minutes. Whoa! I volunteered to go over tomorrow afternoon and cook their shrimp on that big out-door Viking.
One coed had seen my VSR service sticker on my car. She asked if that was for Viet Nam. Yes I said. Her grandfather had one, too, sez she. This fast-approaching #60 (March 30) is coming way too fast!
Damn! Youth is totally wasted on the young.
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