Day #7: Florida

Another sleepless night, not so much because sleeping on one's stomach is becoming an issue but more-so because dLo sounds like a boar during mating season getting speared by a cattle prod.
It's not pretty.

We dragged our ever-widening behinds out of bed and headed to Mobile AL. Which by the way has the oddest skyline of any city I've been to. Two 40+ story skyscrapers and that's it. Very odd. Anyway, we passed through Mobile and stopped at the USS Alabama park to check out the WWII battleship. They also had a WWII submarine and a quite a few planes as well. We guys loved it but I'm sure Susan was counting every excruciating second. She'll deny it but I'm sure it true.

For lunch we went to Manci's Antique Club in Daphne AL. We re-hydrated on some green drinks that looked like they could have been served on the set of Star Trek. Then the burgers came... And all I have to say about mine is DAAAAAUUUUUUUMMM! This thing should have had a halo around its neck. Of note were the chilly (with bacon), fried mushrooms and SOUR CREAM! I needed to dig the thing out of the over-flowing
Chilly just pick it up. I was in heaven. The rest of the group however found it quite disturbing.

After we stuffed ourselves we took off for Florida and the beaches of Pensacola. Chilled there for a few hours and much to the chagrin of the 2 cute girls close by we repeatedly demonstrated our ineptitude in tossing a football around or playing friz-bee. It was utterly embarrassing.

Just after sunset we hit the highway again trying to get to Tallahassee. We decided to make up some time and when we finally checked into our next shady hotel it was well past 1AM, and we were crazy hungry. Someone upstairs likes us since the only place open was the super exclusive gourmet food serving Huddle House. To those that are not familiar with this perennial Michelin Star winning restaurant think Denny's but 12 times more disgusting. Had it not been for our state of near starvation I think we would have simply gone straight to bed, fortunately the hunger had masked the taste enough so that none of us recycled our meals in the parking lot behind the fried oil bin.

We decided to put dLo under pseudo-quarantine in hopes of solving his snoring. So we got him a cot. This was the shabbiest looking cot I've ever seen. But after dLo queer-eye-for-the-straight-guyed that thing, it looked like a cot straight from a Disney World Motel 6.

Tomorrow we're off to Daytona Beach and hopefully more food and sun.