Well as most of you know I headed out of town early friday afternoon. First stop was in Ft. Myers to meet up with dad's college buddies. We spend the night here but first we have a nice dinner (which I somehow ended up cooking) Salad, garlic bread, grilled steak and broiled shrimp. was on the menu. Lucky for me I only had to worry about the shrimp and steak. The shrimp got a coating of butter, worchestire sauce, and a good helping of herbs and seasoning. The steaks looked so good I did not want to touch them with anything more then s&p.
Here is the finished product.
After taking the post dinner beers long into the night I got up early and without much sleep to get breakfast working. The left over bread, shrimp and steak went into the over to slowly reheat. I diced an onion and bell pepper and cracked a dozen eggs. I sauted the onion and bell pepper till softened and then poured the eggs over and stired slowly until a nice scramble egg was ready. Steak, eggs and shrimp for breakfast. Good way to wake up!
We soon loaded up and headed out to south beach. Upon arriving we were not able to check in so we took a walk down the strip where we stopped at a few different bars (including Mangos) before we ended up in another large sports bar where we watched the michigan ohio game.
After the game we headed back to the hotel where I began to feel the effects of too much beer, food and exercise. A lack of sleep over the past few nights didn't help either. I went back to the room watched the busch series race and took a nap. As the sun set I got up and got ready and soon we were back out walking the strip looking for a good place to eat. Ended up finding a good italian place at the north end of the strip. A great meal of pappardelle with steak chiles, and garlic. Yummy! Throw in some very good wine an appertif and a full meal was had.
Sunday we were off to the race. Got there early enough to allow me to head into the pit area with dad and check out the action.
I got to stop at the crown royal car. The jerks didn't give me a shot when I threw the bean bag in the hole. Just a poster of the driver which I gave to some girl who wanted a picture of her Jamie Mcdreamy. (as she called him)
Here is a shot of Harvick's car on its way out to the track.
A look down pit road.
Dad, myself, and his friend J.C.
My favorite car.
F-16 flyover.
Here is the finished product.
After taking the post dinner beers long into the night I got up early and without much sleep to get breakfast working. The left over bread, shrimp and steak went into the over to slowly reheat. I diced an onion and bell pepper and cracked a dozen eggs. I sauted the onion and bell pepper till softened and then poured the eggs over and stired slowly until a nice scramble egg was ready. Steak, eggs and shrimp for breakfast. Good way to wake up!
We soon loaded up and headed out to south beach. Upon arriving we were not able to check in so we took a walk down the strip where we stopped at a few different bars (including Mangos) before we ended up in another large sports bar where we watched the michigan ohio game.
After the game we headed back to the hotel where I began to feel the effects of too much beer, food and exercise. A lack of sleep over the past few nights didn't help either. I went back to the room watched the busch series race and took a nap. As the sun set I got up and got ready and soon we were back out walking the strip looking for a good place to eat. Ended up finding a good italian place at the north end of the strip. A great meal of pappardelle with steak chiles, and garlic. Yummy! Throw in some very good wine an appertif and a full meal was had.
Sunday we were off to the race. Got there early enough to allow me to head into the pit area with dad and check out the action.
I got to stop at the crown royal car. The jerks didn't give me a shot when I threw the bean bag in the hole. Just a poster of the driver which I gave to some girl who wanted a picture of her Jamie Mcdreamy. (as she called him)
Here is a shot of Harvick's car on its way out to the track.
A look down pit road.
Dad, myself, and his friend J.C.
My favorite car.
F-16 flyover.
