George and I did something unusual for us. We went away for the weekend, up to Orlando to visit my son, Jeff and his beautiful girlfriend, Shannon. It was a relaxing and fun weekend. It started off with a big bang. I left my travel bag behind on the sofa at their house when we went out to eat and when we came home, Abbey, my grand-dog, had helped herself to several granola bars, cookies, an entire package of Skittles and a partridge in a pear tree. (Just kidding, but there was an awful lot of chewed paper on the rug.) We waited for the eventual barf-a-thon, or rampant diarrhea that was sure to occur but Abbey remained steadfast. Not even any gas. Amazing dog.
My son had just purchased a Jeep Wrangler with all the cool jeep stuff on it that guys drool over. Shannon and I sat in the back, with the top off (the top of the jeep, not our tops) and the wind whipped us into a frenzy on the highway. You could hear "Yee Hahs" from me a mile away as we tooled down the road.
Sometime during his late 20s our musical interests merged more than they ever had. On this trip, Jeff confessed that he actually like a lot of the 60s music, and one favorite of his was "Runaway" by Del Shannon. One of my all time favorites. I found myself interested in what he had playing from his i-pod. Particularly a "song" called "Detachable Penis." The back up singers repeat that phrase over and over during the song and so we all sang "Detachable Penis" in the jeep on the highway.
Of course a trip to Orlando was not complete without, you guessed it, Bubble Tea. Evidently someone in the course of history decided that a smoothie would taste better with a bunch of balls of tapioca dumped into it Black balls at that. The drink comes with this really wide straw so that you can sip the balls right up. So we had Bubble Tea. I ordered Mango, Shannon got Watermelon. Jeff for some reason ordered Green Tea Bubble Tea and George said he would have what Jeff had ordered.
Later, George confessed that the Green Bubble Tea tasted like grass.
I asked him why he ordered it.
"I didn't have my glasses on and couldn't read the menu. So I just got what Jeff got."
A lesson well learned. The grassy green bubble tea was not tasty and was dumped at some point.
Our trip was complete with a horsedrawn carriage ride in Mount Dora, Fl. It was a beautiful day. I could not help but reminisce with the driver about the Seinfeld episode where the horse had tremendous gas after eating a whole can of Beanarino. He had heard that story one too many times. I guess he thought it took out the romance of the trip.