Saturday on West Point

After traveling all around Alabama, I found myself in Georgia on Saturday just in time to hop on the M/V Happatuchet (Garlingtons, please help me with the spelling there…). The Cordle Fam, minus Anna who was on the way home from the beach, and the Garlington Fam enjoyed a fabulous voyage around West Point Lake on their beast of a pontoon boat.

The restaurant we normally eat at was closed for renovation or something, so we were forced to venture down to the dam and eat at Mr. Robby Nichols’ marina. The service was exactly what you would expect for a super country lakeside joint. Here are the highlights from our experience with the waitress…

• I thought she was going to physically injure Scout for suggesting that she take the orders counter-clockwise. Her system only permits a clockwise rotation.
• While taking our order (clockwise, mind you), she suddenly stopped to express concern for the lack of sun-protection on Todd’s head. It was a rather awkward insult, and her delivery ruined any chance of the humor she may have intended.
• After enjoying our meal, she had to seal her place in the blog by yelling at Todd “What in the H3(( are you doing?” Not that the question didn’t need asking…

Regardless, the food was outstanding (although I’m glad I didn’t have to eat any of the raw oysters), and we’ll certainly be back.

The conversation mainly centered around Mo and Barkley (the Garlington’s dog), however, we did find a little time to make fun of Dad’s occasional arm spasms. We haven’t really explained this on the blog yet, but it’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like. His first spasm of note happened after he got a great big coffee from Starbucks. He got back in his car, and all of the sudden his right arm (coincidentally the one holding the coffee) went nuts. Within a second both he and his car were completely covered with coffee. I was lucky enough to witness one such event this past Christmas. It involved a Santa mug and some iced coffee. One minute, we’re all standing on the porch having a good conversation, and the next I hear a “Whoa” and look over to see dad with his right hand all the way inside his Santa mug, and iced coffee all over himself. I still can’t help but laugh out loud when I replay that scene in my head…it was absolutely hilarious.

Anyway, we’re starting a list of jobs that Dad can’t perform because of his lack of limb control. Todd led off with a Surgeon. Kaiden went with Pilot. I’m thinking the obvious Starbucks’ Barista. You have a good one?