It’s a classic

Put down that chainsaw and listen to me
It’s time for us to join in the fight
It’s time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys
It’s time to let the bedbugs bite
You better put all your eggs in one basket
You better count your chickens before they hatch
You better sell some wine before it’s time
You better find yourself an itch to scratch
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can while Mr. Wipple’s not around
Stick your head in the microwave and get yourself a tan
Talk with your mouth full
Bite the hand that feeds you
Bite off more than you chew
What can you do
Dare to be stupid
Take some wooden nickles
Look for Mr. Goodbar
Get your mojo working now
I’ll show you how
You can dare to be stupid
You can turn the other cheek
You can just give up the ship
You can eat a bunch of sushi then forget to leave a tip
Dare to be stupid
Come on and dare to be stupid
It’s so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
We’re all waiting for you
Let’s go
It’s time to make a mountain out of a molehill
So can I have a volunteer
There’s no more time for crying over spilled milk
Now it’s time for crying in your beer
Settle down, raise a family, join the PTA
Buy some sensible shoes and a Chevrolet
And party ’till you’re broke and they drive you away
It’s OK, you can dare to be stupid
It’s like spitting on a fish
It’s like barking up a tree
It’s like I said you gotta buy one if you wanna get one free
Dare to be stupid (yes)
Why don’t you dare to be stupid
It’s so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
We’re all waiting for you
Dare to be stupid
Burn your candle at both ends
Look a gift horse in the mouth
Mashed potatos can be your friends
You can be a coffee achiever
You can sit around the house and watch Leave It To Beaver
The future’s up to you
So what you gonna do
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
What did I say
Dare to be stupid
Tell me, what did I say
Dare to be stupid
It’s alright
Dare to be stupid
We can be stupid all night
Dare to be stupid
Come on, join the crowd
Dare to be stupid
Shout it out loud
Dare to be stupid
I can’t hear you
Dare to be stupid
OK, I can hear you now
Dare to be stupid
Let’s go, Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid

Weird Al’s Dare to Be Stupid (who would have guessed?) Just seemed to stick in my head today. Haha. Shut it.

Camping Labour Day 2006

Last weekend Cam got a tent from Melissa for his birthday. A tent that sleeps 8-10 people. Middle of last week, Patrícia mentioned she wanted to see Miami. Friday (which we had off), inside the space of four hours, we planned, packed and departed on a camping trip to the Miami Everglades campgrounds. We arrived late Friday night, did the late-checkin thing, set up the tent (which turned out to be pretty straightforward) and hit the sack, but not before enjoying a few Coronas and a game of Uno. Saturday morning we went off in search of a place that sold waffles to help Melissa celebrate her birthday; we couldn’t find anything and settled on a Spanish (Cuban?) bakery offering breakfast. It was a little confusing (the menus weren’t in English). We ended up ordering pan tostada/huevos y jambon/café con leche (toast, fried egg with ham and cheese and coffee with milk) — it turned out to be some of the best bread I’ve had since I’ve been in Florida. I suppose it helps that were at a bakery. Heh. The coffee was this tiny styrofoam cup of delicious, sweet, rich stuff. I left completely satisfied, and with that it was off to Miami… but not before spotting a Miami weekly entertainment rag in the parking lot, with a woman cupping her breasts and a headline that read “These Could Be Yours”. Yep. Sounds like Miami.
From there we didn’t really have a plan for what we wanted to do in Miami, so I suggested South Beach (aka Miami Beach) since I’d been there in the spring for the Winter Music Conference with Davin. I think I speak for everyone when I say we had a great time. We hit the beach, stopped by *$, walked the boardwalk for a bit, took in the art deco buildings and stopped by the historic Spanish district where Brian, Hil and I ate last time they were down. We did spend a little while searching for a Band-Aid for Joe, who stubbed his toe, so remember to bring some should you find yourself adventuring there. The BP (gas station) we found only sold beer and junk food.
We had an early afternoon meal at a restaurant called Chocolate; once the girls saw it it was pretty much all over. I had no hesitation primarily because I knew if the service was going to be anything like what I had experienced with Brian and Hilary at Hosteria Romana, it was going to be great. And it was. Heh. We rounded out the meal with a delicious cake for Melissa and some of the best coffee I’ve ever had.
Some other interesting things: Miami-Dade County has a transit system. One that actually looks like it gets some attention. That was a refreshing change of pace from Sarasota. Also, at least on this day, there were people out on bikes, also neat to see.
Sadly, only two girls in bikinis on rollerblades. I feel ripped off.
🙂 We motored back to our campsite and that night were all pretty exhausted, but it wouldn’t keep us from hitting the pool, firing up the BBQ and grilling some wieners and marshmallows, and exhausting our supply of wine. Haha. Good times, good times. Sunday we packed up, which took just under three hours, which I thought was pretty good, considering that included the time needed to clean everything up; next time we’ll have to remember a broom, haha.. thankfully the campsite included running water, so we weren’t exactly roughing it. Actually it included wireless internet too, not that any of us had our laptops 🙂 For breakfast we hit the buffet at the Miccosukee Casino just before reaching Naples which held us over nicely for the remainder of the trip. The remainder wasn’t all smooth sailing — at one point we had to pull over because of torrential rain. And we pulled right in the parking lot of the “Skunk-Ape Research Headquarters”, in Ochopee which I thought was pretty funny, given the Skunk Ape was the central antagonist in Stomp! Shout! Scream! I asked the guy at the shop if he’d seen the movie and he said no, but that he’d read something about it on his Yahoo News Alerts, which sounded pretty funny given the guy was dressed like Larry from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour. A few minutes later and the rain had died down some and were back on the road, reaching home by mid afternoon. A thorough and completely satifisying weekend. Hooray 🙂
Here’s a few pics.
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Corner of me, Joe, Patrícia
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The tent (big enough to stand up in)
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Miami-Dade County bus shelter
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Traditional big city buildings, too
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Cyclists were about
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Enjoying the sun
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Facing East on South Beach (aka “Lummus Park”). Click for the big
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Facing West on South Beach. Click for big
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Melissa spots the waffles 🙂
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The buildings were all very unique
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Sidewalk in Spanish district
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Name pretty much says it all
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Post-meal at Chocolate
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L to R: empty wine bottle, plastic wine glass, graham crackers 🙂
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Yeah… exactly what I look for when I go camping. Where’d I put that MacBook Pro? Oh yeah it’s still at the store
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Update: Be sure to check out Cam and Patrícia‘s posts, too 🙂

Birthday Party pics!

Pictures from last Saturday’s shindig at Cam and Melissa’s. It was supposed to be at the pool, but we got “weathered out” of doing that.
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It was a fun afternoon.
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Eric’s feet/Joe
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Ashley and Hugo
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Eric and Angela hold Joe
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John and Ivee