Saturday evening, Rob and I headed up to Quarterdeck to enjoy an All-You-Can-Eat Crab Feast in celebration of our friend's birthday. It started out as a perfect sunny afternoon, but as the day turned to night, the ominous thunder clouds rolled in.
Luckliy, we managed to get a table under the covered pavilion outside, so the abrupt downpour and lightning storm only added to the entertainment instead of ruining our dining experience- which can't be said for some of the other patrons. A few tables over, four men braved the elements- ignoring the fact that they were now drenched and their beer was now more like water- what devotion.
Four hours later, we were still there, finally managing to turn down another round of succulent crustaceans, frothy beer and very addictive french fries. The tabletop resembled a battlefield and was littered with empty pitchers, crab carcuses and empty baskets of fries. After we all decided we where suffiecently covered in old bay and that our belly's were full we called it a night and went our seperate ways.
After getting back home, we learned of Beatrice Arthur's untimely death. Bea was a TV legend. I will always remember her as the straight talking septagenarian Dorothy Zbornak on the Golden Girls. She dispensed life lessons in tiny nuggets of knowledge. Rob was particularly taken aback by Bea's death however, Rob and I would not let Bea's passing taint our glorious night and we chose to celebrate here life with a golden girls marathon on tv land and a glass of vino. All in all a great night. .
