Elbow Room, Pensacola FL

After tucking in the girl and the wife at the hospital for the night, I stumble on The Elbow Room, a local Pensacola pizza and beer place with board games and Star Trek memorabilia mixed in with a red light speakeasy decor, and an old school juke box full of 50s-60s music. So far Sinatra, Sam Cooke and Del Shannon “Wanderer” have played.

Oh, and the pizza is amazing (sausage mushroom bacon onion, of course).

This place is so perfect, I suspect aliens read my most secret desires and created this place just for me. If I get abducted, it was worth it.

Thank you, Elbow Room, this is exactly what I needed after a rough couple of days.

So helpful

(moving a heavy hospital chair)

Wonderful Wife: “Oww.”

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “What’s wrong, Mama?”

WW: “Oh, I think I just strained a muscle in my arm a little.”

LMT: “Would it help if you rubbed my foot?” (sticks foot in air)

WW: “Uhh… yes. Yes, it would. How did you know?”

LMT: “I’m smart.”

Medicated

(soft whiny voice) “Oooo… my tummy really hurts…”

“I’m so sorry, kiddo. Where does it hurt?”

(soft whiny voice) “oooo… everywhere… oooooo”

“What do you think would help your tummy?”

(loud and clear) “SKITTLES.”

But you know… it’s hard to argue with a six year old in a hospital bed.