I made the trip down to Brooksville this weekend to see the family and eat red meat with bloggers. Colleen and her husband, Jim, served up some damn tender steak and tasty corn on the cob, complemented by the Fabs‘ potato salad and my contribution, Sonny’s baked beans, for which I broke into Sonny’s and slaved over for hours early in the morning.

Cheryl brought presents for Fab and me, and I have to admit, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the bag:

 But when I saw what was inside the bag, I got REALLY excited!

Yeah, baby, the Cap’n is HOT! And the Pez is the BOMB! I’m gonna have some good eatin’ for for breakfast tomorrow.

I wanted to bring one of my daughter’s to meet Colleen’s kids and I’m sorry she backed out at the last minute because those are great kids, very well-behaved and remarkably insightful.

Of course the evening was topped off when our Florida Gators whupped the collective asses of the Tennessee Volunteers, 59-20. Those of you NOT from Florida probably can’t understand the pure satisfaction of being able to walk into a convenience store and greet a total stranger with "Go Gators" rather than the obligatory half-grin-and-nod-and-mumble.

See, Florida is the place to be: great friends, great food, and great football.