Friends

When I was younger, I used to think my grandmother was really cool because she had so many friends in Deltaville and she didn't even live there.  Of course, she did live there when I was very small, before my grandfather began having heart problems.  But to a kid, to have friends in a far away land another state that took days hours to get to seemed like the coolest thing ever.  I dreamed that when I was older and worldly, I would have friends when I went to Deltaville too.  Imagine my delight in meeting some great people who live in nearby environs.  I was even able to plan a lunch while on vacation.  WITH FRIENDS.

We ate here:

Cocomo's in Deltaville is a great restaurant right on Broad Creek near all the marinas.  The food is good and since the new owner has taken over, the service is fantastic.  (I want to say I think this might be a good stop for Blogfest 2011 because of the drunk bus and courtesy limo)

(we don't get out much)

After a lunch filled with goom food, goom friends and goom conversations* (including an extensive discussion of horror movies... was Attack of the Crab Monsters mentioned?  Perhaps steamed crabs and this movie with some wine, beer or other alcoholic drink would be good at Blogfest too), we all left the restaurant with our bellies full.  And some left a little too giddy- and without the aid of alcohol

It is great to be able to offer information to my parents that I've learned from my local friends (like what  the CH on the Gloucester CH  sign means...).  Or mentioning some new beach or restaurant.  

I miss my grandmother terribly, but I feel close to her because I have attained the awesomeness she possessed... I have friends in a far far away galaxy another state. 

My Aunt Joyce is in front with the hair, I'm hugging on Sheba the dog, my cousin Kelly is in red, our cousin Jeff in the green shorts, my sister Carrie is the baby and my Grandmother on the end

*goom is of course a Brat Child word and thanks to Chesapeake Bay Woman, I find myself saying it more and more.  And to those friends who couldn't make it because they were on vacation or listening to their beautiful daughter sing in church, I'm sorry I missed you on that trip, but I'm in for the Oyster Festival.