The beautiful weather has arrived! But with these winds of change rides a winged force that knows no boundaries. I am speaking of the fruit fly, which apparently has forgotten it’s name since finding their way into my bathroom and every other corner of the house,where there is no fruit. They are driving me crazy…

And that is why, among so many other reasons, that a night on the town was in order this last weekend. It actually became more of a journey, as my P.I.C. referred to it. We decided a bit late to venture down the road and have ourselves a snack. I misjudged how far away this establishment was, and since we were on foot the lingering thought of our return trip was firm in our minds. To my suprise there was live music outside as well as indoors. This was a bonus since we would be dining in starlight. The band was entertaining, food…tasty, drink…refreshing, company…freaking hilarious! I know some really funny people. Part of the conversation hindered around a video on youtube, called lawnmower steve. Ridiculous! I don’t know which was more amusing, the video or my friend’s reenactment. As the evening of some gut wrenching belly laughs came to an end and we embarked upon our “journey” home, I once again wondered why Flagler Beach has no venue for a Reggae Sunday.