Saturday, February 12, 2011

I'm A Friday Night Meat Market Whale Watcher

Or, better known as "no one remembers when you sang the national anthem well."

Talked with Jessica the beautiful beauty advisor about making myself better-looking. She smiled.

So, with Rob and my wife in tow, I checked in with Ron the Bear and Gloria about crustacean-covered cetaceans navigating the ocean bottom near the Channel Islands.

Debbie S. and Joanna G. volunteered to supply supplemental supine information regarding barnacles and whale lice but not Barnacle Bill the sailor.

Cap'n Dave, Zac and Danielle steered us in the way of animals dancing in our wake on porpoise like dolphins far away from Dauphin Island surfing near the Channel Islanders with gray-but-not-gray whales wailing and spouting heart-shaped sprays on Valentine's Day weekend.

Seven of 'em.

Exchanging signals with lazy laser gazers.

Getting great suggestions from the Homewood Suites concerned concierge.

Sharing stories with ship passengers.

Parking in Ventura, City Of.

Eating in Dargan's Irish Pub, assisted by Shandra, lovely lady, with Liam only dropping by to work the books and eat on Friday evenings when he's not making his usual morning stops.

Countdown to St. Patty's Day, 34:02:05.

A shot of Redbreast to remind me of Noel proprietating Bunratty Manor.

Managing the world from the back corner.

A couple of pints of Guinness, a Sprinkles cupcake, directions to a convalescent home, a glimpse at world news and time for bed.

America finances the collapse of northern African governments and anti-American groups think they're getting what they want while America arranges developments with other political entities in charge of change.

The real superpowers remain out of the spotlight.

Let freedom reign. Let families eat.

Muslims guard Coptic Christians and Christian nations police Muslim strongholds in return.

Democracy and republicanism protect the right to/from religious practice.

Business rules.

Pitbulls drool.

Sheep give wool.

Sunburns cool.

D., there's always the next time to hang out in kelp beds with slow-moving whales. Tell the captain cheap sunglasses are cool with you - the practical pilot lives to tell tales about tales and breaches and beaches.

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