Sorry Charley, You're Just Chicken of the Sea...

I borrowed that title from one of the restaurants in Daytona Beach this past weekend. Joe and I, and Bertie and Mike went to celebrate our collective anniversaries (29 yrs for us and 20 yrs for them). Turns out there was a stinkin' hurricane there! Thankfully, it had already travelled over the state and has lost some of its punch by the time we were in it. Mike and I watched it from the doorway of the timeshare. Quite entertaining! But what a mess it made. What we were watching was about 80 mph winds. I cannot imagine what Sanibel Island must have been like in 145 mph winds. Cars were crushed, and stores were trashed. Many buildings lost their roofs, and all the signs were downed. Then it was interesting when there was no power in the county for the rest of our trip. Thankfully, our place did have power. Jay was also in Daytona for the Reptile Show, with friends. They were closer to the eye by a mile or so, but he spent the whole time in the lounge having a hurricane party. Then on the way home, we stopped at Dani & Sean's for a gathering - swam in his hot tub and ate some food. Nice ending to a weird weekend. Tomorrow it's back to work. Jay is taking off for Chicago in the morning, and will be gone for the week. His last hurrah before boot camp. Since he has been out of town for the weekend, he'll have to catch up with everyone in Chicago when he gets there. At this moment, he's running around trying to return a rental vehicle and wash clothes before he takes off in the morning.