( As always, mouse over pics for sarcastic comments)
So, last night we ventured out of the house early to have some dinner. We decided to stop at the local place, mainly because I wanted to take pictures of weird stuff for you people. But also, they have good fried pickles and its pretty festive: The menu is typical of what you will find in many places in the south, but because I am not from the south I find it rather amusing and feel the need to take pictures of it while the other patrons laugh at my tourist-ish nature.
Especially when the walls of the place are adorned with large plastic gators, turtles, and manatee for some odd reason.
The kids menu is thankfully free of frogs and alligator, and they were kind enough to bring her some pictures to color.
Also, have I mentioned the fried pickles? My arteries hardened just looking at them:
And, in case you weren’t happy with the menu’s selection, you were free to go catch your own lobster, via the “lobster claw” machine out front. Really:
Not that I could have brought myself to eat anything out of that tank, but it was broken anyway. Maybe next time, Mr. Lobster.
All in all, it was quite fun, and when we came home, I forced the man to go blow up some cheezy crap I’d picked up from the local grocery store. Fortunately, none of it removed any limbs. But it mostly only did this:
Which was all well and good and actually quite thrilling until the neighbors came out, with their fancy shit:
…And made our fireworks feel sorry for themselves.
Oh yes, I also took some sideways video of the kid explaining what a firework does. I’ll spare you the sideways-ness for now, but, yes, it does end with “PaKoosh!”
And, of course, I spent about 20 minutes trying to take a picture of myself that did not look like this:
Alas, I did not succed. Happy New Year!