The Kind of Memory You Can Forget to Remember
The Rest of Monday . . .
Monday night wife and I took stab #2 at a quiet evening of dining. Four little girls, a birthday cake, a violinist, and an unhealthy amount of self medication later (I’m only kidding about the self-medication) we decided that we’d done something horrible in the eyes of God. I mean, I don’t go to McDonald’s to get lit and use loud, abusive profanity. Why has Chuck E. Cheese decided to relocate to Restaurante Alexandra!?!?! We got desert to go.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007: The Sea Was Angry, My Friend . . .
Breakfast is easily one of my favorite meals here at Copamarina, even if an inaccurate signage did put the chastity of my Lenten fast at risk with the unannounced smattering of ham in the Eggs Fritata. Speaking of which, fast forward to lunch. I tried this “Seafood Mofongo” thing that was made of a smashed plantain edible bowl filled with various cuts of shrimp, octopus, and fresh fish covered with a garlic butter sauce I still haven’t stopped tasting. Afterward, I asked the waitress what “mofongo” meant. “Oh, uh, that is just what we call this dish. It has the plantain all mash up with the bacon . . .” Oh. Bacon. Right. Next year I gotta give up something less perilous for Lent.
The dive. OK, so we went back to the wall. Before we got in the water, I noticed that we had inadvertently left the “diffuser” for the camera strobe (read: high powered underwater flash) back in the room. Fine. We dropped in, and I started taking some better shots of wife than I did Monday. That was of course until the camera began to flash “MEMORY FULL.” NO! NO NO NO!!!! That was what I screamed ineffectually through my regulators! “This can’t be right! Wife emptied ALL the photos from the memory onto the computer when we put the memory card in it.” (insert moment of clarity . . . . HERE!) Oh, crap. Yep. Memory card was STILL in the computer. In the room. On dry land. So, just imagine, to humor me, that we had inserted a couple of photos here of the numerous barracuda, the 12 foot shark, the lobsters, the HUGE crab hiding in the barrel coral, a drum trigger fish, and an indeterminate but substantial number of yellowtail snapper schooled conveniently under the reef.
We ate dinner at the seaside bar tonight. We chatted with a nice couple from Germany. They asked where we were from. Not only did they know Alabama, I got to hear a German pronounce “Pascagoula.” Good times, good times.
Monday night wife and I took stab #2 at a quiet evening of dining. Four little girls, a birthday cake, a violinist, and an unhealthy amount of self medication later (I’m only kidding about the self-medication) we decided that we’d done something horrible in the eyes of God. I mean, I don’t go to McDonald’s to get lit and use loud, abusive profanity. Why has Chuck E. Cheese decided to relocate to Restaurante Alexandra!?!?! We got desert to go.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007: The Sea Was Angry, My Friend . . .
Breakfast is easily one of my favorite meals here at Copamarina, even if an inaccurate signage did put the chastity of my Lenten fast at risk with the unannounced smattering of ham in the Eggs Fritata. Speaking of which, fast forward to lunch. I tried this “Seafood Mofongo” thing that was made of a smashed plantain edible bowl filled with various cuts of shrimp, octopus, and fresh fish covered with a garlic butter sauce I still haven’t stopped tasting. Afterward, I asked the waitress what “mofongo” meant. “Oh, uh, that is just what we call this dish. It has the plantain all mash up with the bacon . . .” Oh. Bacon. Right. Next year I gotta give up something less perilous for Lent.
The dive. OK, so we went back to the wall. Before we got in the water, I noticed that we had inadvertently left the “diffuser” for the camera strobe (read: high powered underwater flash) back in the room. Fine. We dropped in, and I started taking some better shots of wife than I did Monday. That was of course until the camera began to flash “MEMORY FULL.” NO! NO NO NO!!!! That was what I screamed ineffectually through my regulators! “This can’t be right! Wife emptied ALL the photos from the memory onto the computer when we put the memory card in it.” (insert moment of clarity . . . . HERE!) Oh, crap. Yep. Memory card was STILL in the computer. In the room. On dry land. So, just imagine, to humor me, that we had inserted a couple of photos here of the numerous barracuda, the 12 foot shark, the lobsters, the HUGE crab hiding in the barrel coral, a drum trigger fish, and an indeterminate but substantial number of yellowtail snapper schooled conveniently under the reef.
We ate dinner at the seaside bar tonight. We chatted with a nice couple from Germany. They asked where we were from. Not only did they know Alabama, I got to hear a German pronounce “Pascagoula.” Good times, good times.
posted by graysandpeas | 10:47 PM
1 Comments:
You misspelled dessert as "desert." C'mon mike.
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