Quick Note: I went to two impressive restaurants this weekend. The first was Royal Scam with Jillian and the second was True Midtown Mobile with the Roberts family, Jana and Barron. They were both excellent. I'm not usually a fan of fine dining but these places are an excellent exception.
Back to Sunday. I decided that I should get an early jump on activities and got my dad to go kayaking with me in the northern section of the Mobile Bay called 5 Rivers. The paddle only lasted a couple hours because it was hot as hell; to a point at which my dad even said he was sweating like a whore in church. It was a very scenic paddle though.
We followed the paddle up with some air conditioning and pizza at Bentz's Pizza Pub in Daphne with my mom and youngest brother. Just after lunch, some rain clouds rolled in so I took the opportunity to take a nap at my parents house.
Saturday morning Jillian ran off to the beach with her mom for a few days so I decided that I was going to do something nice for her while she was gone. A few days prior to her leaving, we had a conversation about her front yard and flower bed and that she was given an estimate that it would cost around $300 to pull up all the weeds and put down new mulch, which I thought was ridiculous.So as a surprise, I decided I would edge her driveway, back porch and front walkway and then get rid of her flowerbed weeds. I also thought I might need to cut her grass as well, so I ran to a gas station to fill a tank with a few gallons of gas. When I got there, it turns out that I didn't need to cut the grass. I did, however, edge and pull weeds for two hours. A job pretty well done if I do say so myself. Afterward, I decided to stop at a gas station to grab a Gatorade on the way home. As I was leaving, a man who appeared to be deaf and/or mute came up to me and showed me the screen on his phone. It said, "could you help me out with a little gas. I need to get to Foley" (down the road 10 or 20 miles). Under normal circumstances I probably would have said no, but remembering I had just put $17 worth of gas in a plastic tank I decided that this was more than a coincidence. After putting about half the tank in his old jeep, he stopped me from pouring anymore, thanked me profusely and drove off. Though there is always the chance this guy had just scammed me into some free gas, I couldn't help but feel like I had been put in that situation for a good reason. So with another productive day and an unexpected act of charity under my belt, I took my party to the house. End of Weekend.
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