We're finally here.  I knew we weren't in CT anymore when I got out of the car and and I literally got smacked in the face with the humidity.  My glasses instantly fogged up.  Just like the first time I unhooked a bra.  Ahh... memories.

It turns out the husband just turned 50 last week so we're going to take him out to dinner later in the week.  Even tho they're pretty comfortable, they don't go eat at a lot of nice restaurants.  Their favorite restaurant used to be Todai, which is a chain buffet seafood restaurant.  TBH, the food was incredibly meh, but we just got a kick out of how the husband kept saying the food at Todai was "toe-die" for, and then chuckling afterwards.  We had gone to the one in Vegas a few years ago before I started playing poker for a living.  Anyway, the local Tampa branch closed (maybe something to do with the fact that the food was as previously mentioned, incredibly meh).  Shocker.

It turns out that even tho the wife is a stay at home mom with a full time nanny, she's pretty busy, so we have some free time just to relax.  We bought our current house because it felt like a vacation home - very lush surroundings and a water view.  Not sure if it's a grass-is-greener thing, but they have our house, but super-sized.  More land, more water, more house.  So as I write this, we've occupied the entire second floor of their house, D taking his nap in his bedroom, Mrs. Fly taking an nap in our bedroom, and me in the THIRD(!!!) office upstairs testing my laptop for poker and writing this blog.  There's also a wet bar up here so I helped myself to a lemonade and vodka.  Ahhh...  vacation home.

WHAT'S FOR DINNER

We ended up going to our favorite local Vietnamese restaurant.  It's probably the best Vietnamese food I've had, and it's pretty authentic.  The Vietnamese places I've been to in Manhattan and Northern Virgina seem a bit more "Westernized."  I brought a camera but we ate the food so fast that we didn't have time to take pictures for the blog.  I had a beef pho appetizer, the grilled pork over broken rice, and half a spring roll over noodle entree and a third of Mrs. Fly's friend's seafood dish.  That's what happens when you have a long day of traveling and all you have to eat is a slice of pizza at the airport and half a sandwich.  Also helps that I'm a fat pig.