The Weather: Like a Broken Record.**

Yes, I know. It's everywhere, not just in the US, but Atlantic coast beach resorts are whining pretty damned loud. Alas, I suspect these fickle forecasts are going to be the norm rather than exception from here on.  All but the very stupid are pretty much resigned to this fact.

That said, weather didn't keep the vacationers away, certainly not this weekend. Since everyone - no matter where they live - has had similar, bizarre weather, they took it in stride and accepted whatever came. Consider the alternatives...howl at the moon, curse the Red Baron, or kick sand until you break a toe.

If the rain came in early morning, they waited it out until the sun came out, then hit the beach.  And the other way around. Everyone was cool and just ready for a holiday at the beach. That attitude alone, made my life much easier.

The restaurant has been crazy busy, more than usual, and the entire staff has been more than ready for whatever the weather sends us. And it sent us huge bunches of families who cannot begin their holiday without first having lunch and margaritas at Dos Locos. And by "families" I mean ALL  families. Gay men with kids and lesbians with kids are no strangers to the restaurant.  Many of those now parents have been dining with us for years.  Now, we're watching them raise families of their own. As an aside: we are probably the only restaurant in Rehoboth Beach to offer baby changing stations in both the men's and ladies restrooms.  This stuns many people and makes me chuckle when they finally get it.  In fact some restaurants are not at all family friendly, unless the kids are over 10 years old.  Sometimes I envy them, but most of the kids are well behaved and have been socialized in restaurants from an early age.

Had hoped to join a couple of coworkers at a Happy Hour nearby for frog legs and Oysters Rockefeller after my shift but I ran late and missed the opportunity. In fact, I've been pressed into service  a lot lately, which ran me into overtime pay, and that will mostly be gobbled up in taxes, anyway.  Oh well. June is half over already.  Hard to believe.

** Does anyone remember what a "record" was and how it sounded when  there was a small crack in it just enough to cause the phonograph (does anyone remember phonographs?) needle to skip a groove or two and repeat a phrase over and over again?  I doubt it.  Anyway...

And so it goes.
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