Galveston & Good Friends... Day 3

I have a confession to make. Mr. Snooty has informed me that I've gotten my Galveston days screwed up somehow. Go figure. Rather than try and straighten the entire mess out, I'd rather go on with the story. Just know that we did all of these things... just not necessarily in this particular order. Whatever. So Sue Me.

The third day was Saturday and we awakened to a glorious morning with blue skies and everyone was feeling rested. Our host fixed some kind of delicious Mexican quiche or fritatta, which he served with his own pico and crispy bacon strips, with juice & coffee. It was excellent and I doubt that there was even a morsel left of that. The guys went down to the beach and once again set up the canopy, folding chairs and horseshoes. We busied ourselves making drinks, filling the cooler and preparing to head back down the trail between the burm, to the beach, loaded with books, cameras and what have you.

I walked along the beach picking up shells, watching dogs frolick at the edge of the water, people flying kites (some on huge skateboard things), while the others were swimming in the surf. No Thanks. I've seen what washes up on the shore... I've stepped on crabs that pinch and felt the salt water sting my eyes & skin. Again, No Thanks.

So, this brings me to my next subject. My camera. I casually asked our Louisiana hubby friend if he could figure out what happened when I dropped it and he said maybe, then began to look at the camera. Now get this. He turned it every direction, determined that it got jammed on the zoom lense, adjusted it with his fingers and it suddenly whirred back into place. The guy is a freaking genius. In my diary anyway. Suddenly, I felt so silly for having gotten so upset. (Although I must say no one else had any idea of what I was going through because I thought I'd have no pictures for my blog. Is that sick or what?)

The family staying next door to our friends house had an adorably shy little girl who made the most lovely sand castle that included a moat and landscaping. Of course, I had to take pictures, but she wanted no part of it although you can just barely see her chubby little legs up in the corner. She worked so intently on this masterpiece that she caught my attention and I watched her for quite some time.

The hostess and I then took turns taking a group picture with my underwater camera and they came out rather well. Their house is the gray one behond the canopy on the right.

We spent the day at the beach, breaking for lunch, which Mr. Snooty made all by himself. Fresh lump crabcakes & horseradish sauce that were absolutely divine, served with green salad and fruit on the side. Sorry, but I totally forgot to get pictures, even though I thought I did. But then, I took 15 pictures with my disposable underwater camera and I only got 4. I'm still uncertain as to how that happened.

When the sun began to set, the men did a traditional shrimp boil outside in the turkey fryer, while I made our friend Don's Chinese Cole Slaw and someone else made bread. So, it was a sure thing that no one would go hungry that night. After dinner we had a few rounds of Texas Hold 'Em Poker but no one wanted their picture taken since we were playing for money. You know, so they wouldn't go to jail or anything. Whatever. I didn't win but I also didn't lose much and it was a fun time. I think we all hit the hay around midnight. Being on the beach all day can really wear you out. Or maybe that's just me. I guess I am getting to be an old fart...

To Be Continued Tomorrow....