Waitress: “Did we save room for dessert?”
Me: “No. Not even close.”
My Oldest, age 15: “Talk to me.”
Oldest: (orders pie)
Me: “Are you sure about that?”
Oldest: “I may throw up, but it will be worth it. Go Big Or Go Home.”
Me: “I knew I was raising you right.”
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.
Two days ago a certain girl asked for a very specific big-eyed cat stuffed animal. I’ve tried probably 10 different stores and gift shops, but settled for a parrot and a dolphin because no one has the cats in stock.
So, this morning I got a little lost while looking for a CVS to buy antacids (something about eating an entire pizza at 1:00 am.)
Suddenly I’m in a really rough neighborhood, all bail bonds and check cashing and gun stores. I spot a Walgreen’s and stop for antacids. Lo and behold… they have giant stacks of the big eyed cats.
Karma? Divine intervention? Dumb luck?
I don’t care.
It’s going to make a little girl very happy and she deserves a break.
Very Vocal Viking 