Well, look what I found in my camera phone – some photos from a “lost weekend” in March!
Began by shelling with a friend, and then continued by meeting up with some more friends for dinner and hanging out. The shelling was not stellar – a few interesting little things were found here and there, but nothing happy-dance-worthy. Also, I managed to leave my shell bag in Gary’s car later on, so I have no photos of them to post. But it’s always good to hang out with Bonnie, whose company I like a lot. I look forward to seeing her again soon.
On to Gary’s house! As happens frequently, we started to just “play with” shells. Invariabley, out come all the books about sea shells, and we compare and contrast and discuss. I soon had the bowl on the kitchen table completely emptied, because I was convinced that I’d seen one of those lace murex in there that are fringed in brown, making the whole thing look like a lump of toasted coconut. In fact, pretty much had Tootie convinced of it, until we had the whole contents of the bowl sprawled out on the table, and there was no toasted coconut murex.
After I’d reconstructed the bowl, probably badly, we went to dinner at The Jacaranda. Wonderful meal! I had the SanCap Shrimp as an appetizer, and thought I’d died and gone to heaven. My entree was Sanibel Oscar. I took home half of it and finished it the next day. Someday I’ll go back and do a formal review of the Jac with photos; it was too dark to take proper pictures. The moon was full and peeking through some fluffy cloud cover.
After dinner, we headed out to the Tween Waters Inn to listen to a band called Vintage Vinyl. They’re a very tight band, and friendly with the crowd. They took requests, too.
We stopped at Blind Pass on the way home, but there was nothing much going on there – yes, there was a pile, but it was pretty much entirely small bivalves and broken bits.
Rather than make the perilous crossing overseas so late at night, I was invited to crash in the guest room. There was some sort of loose plan to go shelling in the morning, but we all slept right through it. As the morning progressed, we broke out the muffins that Bonnie had brought the day before from The Sanibel Cafe. One of them sort of looked like the cover of a Rolling Stones album with a big ol’ tongue lolling out. I think I’ll save the photo for Wordless Wednesday!
The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent lounging about and laughing. I got a tour of the pool room, and we talked in vague terms of taking the bikes out for a turn around the neighborhood, but there just kept being a lot of taking and very little doing. I guess this happens to ya when you are in Slackerville! It became obvious by the steady buildup of angry-looking clouds that any sort of outing was destined to fail, so I eventually gathered up my things and departed.
I headed out for a little shopping through Periwinkle Place, stopping for an ice cream cone at some point. It was all-out pouring while I was there. Moved on to browse the shops at Jerry’s. Finally crossed the causeway and spent a little time in the Tanger Outlets. Also hit DSW on the way home.
After all that shopping, all I really bought was a pair of quick-dry zip-away pants (you zip off the legs and they are shorts), and a Baggalini. The color I got was Tobacco Road/Tomato.
When I finally got home, I was grateful to see that it had poured. We really needed the rain.
Well folks, that’s the Lost Weekend on Sanibel-Captiva. Hope you enjoyed.
I plan to go out to Sanibel tomorrow to check out Taste of the Islands. I’ll send a few photos to the blog, if I can get a signal, and make a full report when I return.
