Monday, August 25, 2014

Oh, Glenn!

Hey Everyone!

Let's see - this week was a rather quiet week for me, but a more interesting one for Glenn.

First of all, earlier in the week, they had a Relay for Life celebration at Glenn's office with an 80s theme. I suggested he go as Slash - the guitarist from Guns 'n Roses, a popular heavy metal band from that time.

If you aren't familiar with Slash (and you should be, because GNR was AWESOME back in the day), here's a pic of him.


So Glenn surprised his staff by dressing up as him at work.

Not bad, right?

You'll note he donned some fake tattoos as well - including, which you can't really see here, a skull on his neck and a spider on his temple.

After work, he changed, but did not feel like removing the tattoos before we walked the dogs. Of course, a neighbor returning home in a suit stopped to say hi to us. I really wanted to explain about the fake tattoos, but could find no way to do so without starting a random and awkward conversation with the guy. So now our neighbors probably think Glenn is a thug. Ah well.

On Wednesday through Friday, Glenn went to Daytona for work and got off to a rocky start. First, he drove to the car rental place at 5 am (he rents cars when he has to drive long distances) and discovered he had forgotten his wallet. So he had to turn back around, drive back across the bay to home, get his wallet and go back, pick up the rental car and then drive to Daytona.

When he got to Daytona (now late for his meeting) he worked all day and then checked into his hotel. When he popped the trunk for the valet, the trunk was empty. He had left his suitcase back in his truck in Tampa. So, while he had grabbed his suits from the backseat, he had no shirts, underwear, toiletries, etc.

I'm starting to think he should not travel alone. ;-)

Here he is, after buying some clothes from the only open store on Daytona Beach that night.

Not really work attire...
 Later, he found a Super Target and was able to make it through the rest of the trip clothed.

He also left the power cord for his computer in his hotel room. (A friend on Facebook asked, "So if you live a certain amount of time in Florida, do you automatically become an old person?")

He did manage to snap some pics of Daytona Beach.

See the dolphin?





Saturday night, we had a fun dinner with Chad and Lisha at Seasons 52 in Tampa. Sadly, we took no photos.

We were having trouble deciding what to do on Sunday, because it is spectacularly hot. Glenn and I took an oath when we moved here to never to complain about the heat, so I am not complaining. I am just stating a verifiable fact. We have entered into a whole new dimension of hot here. So hot, that we couldn't do our normal hike in the woods or whatever, because we would die. August in Florida. Who would have thought?

So we decided to go to John's Pass at Madeira Beach - a turn of the century fishing village that's been converted into funky shops and restaurants, etc. We figured we could walk around and duck into air conditioned shops every few minutes. It was a fun little place that definitely made us feel like we were on vacation.







We had frozen pina coladas here to keep us from spontaneously combusting.
Afterwards, we drove to nearby St. Pete Beach - we had been wanting to see the inside of the Don Cesar Hotel (the Pink Palace which has been featured in this blog before), so we went there to suck up their air conditioning. It was pretty (and cool!).




After that we drove to Clearwater Beach (the full beach tour in one day!) and had dinner at Crabby Bills. Mmmm - that spinach and crab dip is amazing.

So that's it for us for this week. I figured I'd close with one more sunset from our front porch.


Life is good. Take care, everyone!

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