Saturday July 5th –
LAZY day – and that’s saying something
given the fact that most of our days consist of walking down to the beach… Patti and Amy start a Justified marathon, the
internet has become so slow that even those of us on beach time lack the
patience for the Netflix to load (That’s what Amy calls it, as in, “I was
watchin the Netflix the other day..”), so they’re watching DVDs. Dana is on dolphin watch, there are 3-5
dolphins that are just off the shore from our condo, popping up and playing
just out of reach. She would be out
there swimming with them if she could but they’re a little far out for
swimming. The other day when Patti was
down at the beach they were just about where we normally swim. We have a dolphin cruise scheduled for later
this week, but I’m not sure that we’re going to need it, we can just see
dolphins here for free.
It’s MIMOSA day! Amy packed a couple of bottle of champagne so
that we could make our own – We were going to have them on the 4th,
but Dana wasn’t around (out early to visit with Leah and Noah), so we decided
to do it today to celebrate our one week Gulf Shores anniversary. And it turns out Dana doesn’t like mimosas
anyway… so more for us! And they are
YUMMY! We’re a little scared of Amy
opening the bottle, but we send her out on the balcony to open it and she comes
back with no harm done.
It’s our one
week anniversary in Gulf Shores!
Another week left – Amy laughs and says that when we were talking about
a week in Gulf Shores that she was kind of joking when she said, “Why not TWO?”
– but we didn’t pick up on that and thought that 2 weeks on the beach sounded
like a solid plan. Others have made fun
of her a little and asked what in the world she would do in Gulf Shores for 2
weeks and that we would all be so sick of each other by the end of it. But we’ve travelled together for longer than
2 weeks, and Patti and I have to put up with each other all the time – so we’re
good. These are the people that you can
hang out with and feel no pressure to fill the silence – we’re all good with
being chatty and giggly, but we’re also ok with the quiet times, just being and
hanging out. We even expel gases in
front of each other – however I have not gotten them to the point where they
will stop saying “excuse me”.. ain’t
nobody got time for that. But they all
insist that their mothers raised them right and they wouldn’t be happy if they
didn’t say “excuse me” – not sure what they’re trying to say about my mother…
hmmm..
We’ve been ocean-o-fied to the point that
even when we’re out of the water we feel the waves. As I look at something fixed, like a book or
a computer screen, I have the rolling sensation of waves crashing over me. Pretty cool – it’s another beach day (I know,
right?) – and then we scrub ass and wash hair and head to Mikee’s Seafood. It’s owned by the same people that run The
Steamer and it’s pretty close us, we don’t even have to get on the main road to
get there, so it’s good.
When we pull up we see a sign for frozen
wine coolers at the place across the street, and I say how much I wish Mikee’s
had them because I love frozen wine slushies (had them at Mandy’s bachelorette
party and made them on my own since then) – and then we walk up to the place
and it says that they DO have them – yay! Happy dances! They tell us there will be a 45 min to an
hour wait, but we’re not going anywhere else, at this time of day all the
places will be like that. But it seems
that others have been scared off by this, and there are a string of names that
are called that have no response – as a result, we’re seated within about 15
minutes. The food here is back to the
fried, I didn’t even take pictures of it for once – the most interesting thing about
Mikee’s was our waiter, Arthur. We loved
him. He’s from one of the –stan countries
(I think Tajikistan) and his Russian accent is THICK! But he is just so full of fun and excitement
to be in America in the Gulf, and this is his FIRST NIGHT waiting tables – he used
to cook at The Shrimp Basket (which is another place owned by the same people),
but now he gets to try out waiting tables.
We get little pieces of his story each time he comes back to our table –
he’s on an exchange program and he wants to see as much of America as possible,
so he’s just taking jobs at restaurants and using all of his money on tickets
to places. He was up in the New York
area before this, and after this hopes to make his way to California. He has this huge grin on his face, “Yes, I
think that I am very lucky to be here” –
When I want to order my frozen wine cooler
Arthur is very confused. He turns to the
drink page and asks what kind of daiquiri I want… no frozen wine cooler.. “I don’t know”.. so he asks another waitress and she asks the
bar, and they all tell us that no, they don’t have those. We start to doubt ourselves and Patti and Amy
even start telling us that we were confusing it with the sign across the
street. I send Dana out to get a picture
of the sign – it definitely says frozen wine coolers. But they still don’t have them. Sadness.
Our food comes and crabby manager is
watching over Arthur, tells him (in front of us) to be sure to charge for the
extra cheese that Patti ordered.. pull him aside and tell him that. The food was good, but we see what we really
should have ordered being delivered to the table next to us – the cheese
sticks. And then cheese sticks are not
normal, they’re the size of sticks of butter – really. We’re torn between being disgusted at this
huge hunk of fried cheese… or ordering 5 orders for us to go.
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| I searched for a pic online.. again, for scale, these are all the size of sticks of butter |
Since we didn’t get the frozen wine coolers
we decide to stop by the snow cone place on the way home – they are authentic
New Orleans snow balls.. and the guy that owns the place definitely has his
Nawlins accent goin on. He says that he
can hear our northern accents.. he has a real Jimmy Buffet vibe, and it looks
like he lives in the house above the snow cone place. Not a bad set up. They’re not frozen wine, but they’re good end
to the day.
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