Tick Tock

Tonight my Mom asked us if we would like to go to dinner without the FlyingMonkeys...ummmm, yes.

We ended up at a local place that has been here forever...Angelos Steak Pit. The food was excellent but the service exceeded expectations. We had the best waiter ever.

We were well into our yummy steaks when a large party was seated next to us. Our waiter was taking drink orders and checking IDs when the guy at the head of the table announced that today was his birthday...and then the waiter read his DOB out loud-March 20 1987. We dropped our forks. 19 frickin 87...

I was a sophomore in high school...we were both feeling very very very old. We got into a discussion about what all we remembered from around that time. About how time seems to be passing in the blink of an eye.

Here we were eating dinner at 5:30pm, in Panama City Beach, stone cold sober, during spring break. The sad thing is that we would have been eating at 5pm but we had to drive at a snails pace cause of the 6,000 drunken teens cruising the strip.

After dinner we headed to Publix to pick up a few things. After spending 20 minutes in the bakery picking out cookies for the kids I realized that there was every chance we would spend more time screwing around in the grocery store than we had at dinner.

We eventually made it to the check out and I pointed out that we were shopping like our parents were out of town. $20 worth of ice cream including a very special little carton for my Mom, $5 for 3 giant cookies for the kids, Orajel for Rob's toothache and tampons.

Yeah we may be older, and based on our shopping list dorkier...but we walked out of the store holding hands and laughing. On the ride home we ignored the idiots in the road...glad that we have been there done that and are on to better things.

Before we walked into the condo it occurred to me that in 5 years Miss-D will be in college. We opened the door and there she stood, hair dripping wet, dopey grin on her face, pink nose, and a big hug for her Mom and Dad.

They are not gone yet, but my parents were right it passes in a heartbeat.