Too many, too much, too...whatever!

Hi Blog.  First the too many...

It finally happened.  We've stayed at too many campgrounds.  Kathy looked at the camp calendar on the fridge.  She said Saturday showed a camp breakfast at 8:00 a.m. (french toast and sausage).  Now, we've been to these camp breakfasts before.  We know not to be late.  So, we got Leenie and Tom up bright and early on Saturday and marched them over (in the pouring rain) to the community room only to find it virtually empty.  Turns out, no breakfast this morning, it is only coffee and donuts at 8:30 not 8:00!  How did this happen?  Kathy checked the calendar. Well, the calendar on the fridge was from the prior campground!  We never swapped out the calendar. It was bound to happen sooner or later.  We marched right back to the RV and Kathy made everyone french toast for breakfast.  A donut just wasn't going to cut it after getting up so early on a Saturday.

Later in the day, we took a ride to John's Pass at Madeira Beach. Located on the waterfront, this quaint turn-of-the-century fishing village (i.e., tourist trap) has a boardwalk and village square with over one hundred merchants. Here we are strolling on the boardwalk passing the pirate ship - argh maty!

All this walking and shopping was giving us a powerful thirst.  Here is Leenie posing by the entrance to The Hut.  Now for the too much....

We went down into the bar and ordered frozen concoctions to help us carry on.  While, sipping our adult slurpies, we were entertained by a very inventive raggae band.  Also hanging out by the bar were several very happy couples.  It was obvious to all that one gentleman in particular had way too much to drink.  The first time he fell over, he landed on our table.  The second time he fell over, he landed on the floor with a loud and resounding crack to the back of his head.  We decided that one drink was enough for us. Time to start shopping.

Dave couldn't resist stopping at Kohr Family (under license from Kohr Brothers) for one of their world famous soft serve ice cream cones.  Over the years, a trip to the Jersey Shore boardwalk would not be complete without a Kohr Brother's ice cream.  Yes, they had peanut butter!

John's Pass even had their Bubba Gump.  Here is Dave waiting for the bus.  Nice shoes!

As we walked down the boardwalk next to the harbor, we could see a large pod of dolphins swimming in circles and herding fish.  They came right up the docks.

Now for the whatever.... After dinner, we drove into St. Petersburg for a jazz concert.  The opening act was Michael Franks and the headliner was Herb Alpert.  While waiting for the theater to open, Tom ran into someone who looked just like his brother, Timmy.  So, we asked the guy to pose for a photo.  So, here is the picture of Tom with a total stranger who just happens to look like his brother.

Once the theater opened, it went from the sublime to the ridiculous.  We were seated in the second row balcony.  The show was sold out.  A lovely couple in their late 50's was seated in front of us.  There was a single seat at the end of the row next to them.  A guy comes up the stairs holding a beer in each hand.  He immediately sat down and started hitting on the wife of the guy in front of us.  The woman was trying to be nice and polite, but the drunk was leaning over and whispering in her ear and grabbing her arm. This went on the entire time Michael Franks was on stage.  It wasn't until the intermission that the husband and wife finally switched seats -- shutting down the drunk guy's advances. He went to get more beer to drown his sorrows.  The folks around us started taking bets to see how long it was before the guy pitched a header over the balcony.  He never did fall over, even though he was leaning way forward in his seat.  While this guy was a distraction the whole night, it didn't stop us from enjoying a really great jazz concert.  Herb Alpert and his wife, Lani Hall, put on a great show.

So there you have it - too much, too many and too whatever.