I just got off the golf course (with a brief stop at Publix to procure a rotisserie chicken) and sat down to post some of my musings about this past weekend on social media. About halfway through, I thought, “Hey, Shitdick, aren’t there still people who pay to read such thoughts?” There are. You are one of them. And I’ll be damned (please read that in Walken’s Pulp Fiction voice) if some faceless social media following will get my profundity before it reaches your angel eyes. This past weekend was full of milestones, jubilance, & one super special encounter with a doctor. For the paid folk, here you go:
Friday, on the way to work, I stopped at St. Pete Meat & Provisions. I’m head over heels for this place. They get great cuts of meat from local farms & the mesmerizing dude who works there always suggests the perfect cut & preparation. Every. Single. Time. Hanger Steak, Flat Iron, & this time…American Wagyu from Denver. I snagged 3 for dinner that night, but as it turned out, two were perfect for Xander and me. He proclaimed them to be the best steaks he’s had. I couldn’t disagree if I wanted to.
With one left over, I made it for Birdie (that is such a rad nickname for Sarah) before we headed to Martinis for Moffitt at the Seminole Hard Rock. I stole a few bites, and it was even better than the night before. I mean, look at this freaking marbling!
That photo seems aggressively large on my MacBook. I apologize if it appears the same on your laptop or mobile device. Are desktops still a thing? I have one at work, but it really doesn’t count because it runs through a laptop. Anyhoo, great big photo of a fantastic steak. Let’s move on.
We decided to drive to Ybor and take an Uber to Hard Rock to avoid having to park at the hotel/casino. Found a sweet spot and stepped into an Uber with the windows down. I’m not here to bitch about tiny little things, but you shouldn’t be permitted to drive an Uber without using the A/C in the summertime. We were in somewhat dressy garb (“Tampa Formal” per the website), and I don’t know if you have noticed…it’s fucking hotter than Hell outside. That was no way to arrive at the event, but we are troopers.
We got there and chatted with some friends for a while. The event was sold out and is a big fundraiser for Moffitt Cancer Center. It’s clearly one of those “spend money to raise money” undertakings. No judgment here. Peeps were raising the roof and the spirits were high AF! We watched the Spazmatics (a fun 80s cover band) play before DJ Fresh really got the people moving. Then, the freaking coolest thing happened.