Hot guy in red briefs; hectic times for Martin …

Hi, friends and readers:

You know, it takes balls for a guy to wear red briefs. Doesn’t the guy in the pic I’ve posted look hot in his? I’d buy a pair for myself, but somehow I don’t think I’d look as good as him in mine. (Sigh …)

The past 24 hours have been hellacious. I drove my house guest to Orlando airport. His flight to Frankfurt was over booked. After waiting at the airport five hours we were informed he didn’t have a seat on the plane. It didn’t make sense to return to the West Coast last night so we stayed in a less-than-desirable hotel on Orlando’s Orange Blossom Trail. I mean, it wasn’t all bad. We drank several beers and two bottles of wine in our room while a thunderstorm poured rain outside.

This morning we ate breakfast at Denny’s. (If you’ve never eaten there . . . don’t. This was my first and last experience. I’m not a food snob at all, trust me. The waitress was nice, but the food tasted like cardboard.) afterward, I drove my friend to the airport and left him there. Hopefully he will catch tonight’s flight to Frankfurt. If not, I’m not sure what we will do. (You know, I am getting to hate air travel; I mean it. It’s so unpredictable and such a pain with all the security stuff.)

The traffic between Orlando and Tampa was insane. Lots of kamikaze-style drivers and giant trucks spewing sand and pebbles, major slowdowns along the way. The trip took me an hour longer than it normally does.

Anyway, I am back on the island this evening, having a guest for sunset and dinner. It’s beautiful here, sunny and about 76 degrees F and no wind. The beach is filed with Spring Breakers and other tourists, the roads are clogged with cars.

Enjoy your Friday night, all.

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.