When the weather in Florida is not as hot as it’s cracked up to be, what you need is a game of table football to warm you up. I don’t profess to be anything other than bad, really bad at table football. Even so, I think Darren could have allowed me more than the one token goal.
Final score 9:1
From Orlando to the Orient. Well… Japan. OK, a Japanese restaurant. Anyway, some rather decent food and drink.
And no visit to Florida is complete without catching up with our good friends and drinking buddies, Sam and Jim. As always, a pleasure. Starting with a couple of coronas on Fort Lauderdale seafront, the boys did a spot of people watching. Or should I say girls-in-bikini-watching.
With the weather back on form, it was back to the ranch for a chill out by the pool and a bbq with a ridiculous amount of tender, juicy porterhouse steak. Somehow, the boys even managed to not burn the onions. No mean feat indeed.
As the party continued and we rounded out the night, somehow this… led to this…
