Showing posts with label village door. Show all posts
Showing posts with label village door. Show all posts

Friday, February 27, 2009

Carrie and heaven?

I'm still in awe of the beach communities on 30-A. They're all so different and have such great vibes from them.

The spa treatments were great. And although you can't give me TOO much authority on this, this was by far the best pedicure I've ever had. Again the writers shoe string budget usually takes me to one of those cheap Asian places in the mall. But this was amazing and heres a tip: try the champagne and cranberry juice. Super yummy!

I also had dinner tonight by myself in a somewhat fancy restaurant. It was an odd feeling. Its not like you can just bust out a book to make yourself look occupied. I felt like that Sexy in the City episode when Carrie accepts that she may be eating alone for the rest of her life so she takes herself down to a restaurant and eats alone. With no book or project. Just alone.

Its a sobering thing. Will I be Carrie? Am I Carrie? Facing the idea that I may always be sitting there without someone on the other side of the table when my friends aren't around?

But then I tasted the filet minot special and I got over it. It was the best steak I've ever had in my life! Try it... Marlin Grill. They also own Jim N Nicks, the BBQ place in the Village. I didn't try it, but if its as good as the food at Marlin it has to be good! THey also do catering...

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I'm moving to Destin

So I've had a Granny Bite, which is apparently a 1/2 shot of Grand Mariner? Among other things that middle aged men have decided to buy me.

The Village Door is really an interesting mix of people here at the Village. Try it out if you get a chance, for people watching more than anything else. They have a pretty good live band to. The space is a little cramped but they have an outdoor deck and a great upstairs area to watch intoxicated dancers from your grandpas age to barely legal.

Rum Runners has dueling pianos that remind me of Seville Quarter in Pensacola, but with a beach flair.

P.s. I'm never getting married. Who knew married men were so crazy when away on business trips.

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