Friday, January 14, 2011

I Shot Six Holes in my Freezer....

Well not yet but this cold weather has got to go!  I grew up in cold weather but we moved south a few years back. Now I'm a wimp when it comes to the cold.  It sounds like the whole country is one big iceberg.

We went to Lulu Buffet's in Gulf Shores, Alabama last night for dinner.  It was excellent as always.  Usually when we eat at Lulu's in the Winter I always think of Jimmy Buffett's song Boat Drinks.  I think about how awesome it is to be in a warmer climate in the Winter.  But last night it was a little harder to transport my brain to a tropical climate. It was cozy and she even had a fire DVD going on one of the big screen TVs. I kept wanting to warm my hands over it.

Overall the great atmosphere chased away a bit of the Winter blues.  For dessert I had one of my favorites, Key Lime Pie and my husband had a Bama Breeze drink. The photo is a little fuzzy, it's from the phone camera. I need to try and make a Key Lime pie one of these day.

A group of about 60 sorority sisters came in for a reunion just before we were leaving.   I'm guessing ages 40 and up. They sounded like they were going to have a good time.


BOAT DRINKS by Jimmy Buffett

Boat drinks. Boys in the band ordered boat drinks.
Visitors just scored on the home rink.
Everything seems to be wrong.

Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap airfare.
I've got to fly to Saint Somewhere.
I'm close to bodily harm.

Chorus
Twenty degrees and the hockey games on.
Nobody cares; they are way too far gone,
screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'
to keep them all warm.

This morning I shot six holes in my freezer.
I think I got cabin fever.
Somebody sound the alarm.

I'd like to go where the pace or life's slow.
Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space.
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.

I know I should be leaving this climate.
I got a verse but can't rhyme it.
I gotta go where it's warm.

Boat drinks.
Waitress, I need two more boat drinks.
Then I'm headin south 'fore my dream shrinks.
I gotta where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where it's warm.
I gotta go where there ain't any snow,
where there ain't any blow,
'cause my fin sinks so low.
I gotta go where it's warm.

Stay warm everyone.
~ Melody
* Passing out the Key Lime pie and tropical drinks to everyone.

1 comment:

  1. Merci pour ton passage,je découvre ton blog.
    Bonne soirée

    Manon

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