Well, one week of the vacation is over, and the bulk of the Usual Suspects winged it back to Jersey today. We joined them for breakfast at our regular pre-airport breakfast place, and it was more than a little sad to see them head off to fly home. Weâ€™ve always done this place as a group.
We are now here with The Original Bill and Sinister Linda, along with some excellent peeps from Washington State who we who have come to know over the years. I expect weâ€™ll have a great week, which will include cocktails (surprise!) and lots of relaxing, and maybe even a bit of guitar picking.
Anyway, because I have essentially put my mind in neutral, I have decided to simply share some of the thoughts of The Original Bill, who is quite possibly the best on-the-fly cook on the planet and who is a guy who has always has an opinion or ten about things, which he doesnâ€™t mind sharing. Here are a couple from just today:
On the Menâ€™s Room at the Breakfast Place: â€œMenâ€™s rooms at places that serve breakfast always smell like shit. It doesnâ€™t matter how clean they are; they always smell like shit. Thatâ€™s because women never shit outside the house, but men can shit anywhere. Itâ€™s a rule.â€
On Beaches: â€œThe sand is f**king important. I hate that grainy shit. The sand in Cape May is that grainy shit. I like Point Pleasant sand much better. Itâ€™s not that grainy shit. Besides, youâ€™re not really at the beach unless you can see a Ferris wheel.â€
Iâ€™ll keep my ears open, as I suspect there will be more to come.