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Breakfast was vanilla yogurt, fresh peaches, granola, and pecans. Also had some orange juice.

Lunch was an orange chicken Lean Cuisine.

Supper was sausage flatbread and potato-leek soup.

No breakfast, but did have a cup of coffee. Played in a golf tournament this afternoon, and they served lunch, catered by Parker's BBQ, so I had a Q sandwich with sweet tea. After the tourney, dinner was catered by Outback, buffet style. I had a couple of small filet's, a grilled chicken breast and some green beans. Lunch, dinner and golf and the Friday night crash (our usual Friday night activity) were washed down by about a half dozen Naturals (the club ran out of Bud Light on Wednesday, and the distributor hasn't shown up to replenish the stock )

OZZIE4DUKE wrote:No breakfast, but did have a cup of coffee. Played in a golf tournament this afternoon, and they served lunch, catered by Parker's BBQ, so I had a Q sandwich with sweet tea. After the tourney, dinner was catered by Outback, buffet style. I had a couple of small filet's, a grilled chicken breast and some green beans. Lunch, dinner and golf and the Friday night crash (our usual Friday night activity) were washed down by about a half dozen Naturals (the club ran out of Bud Light on Wednesday, and the distributor hasn't shown up to replenish the stock )

WHAT?? No pastrami?

Breakfast: bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats and a cup of coffee (followed by two more cups at the office )

Lunch: Chicken chimichanga with green chile and an iced tea

Happy Hour: Two Belgian style wit beers at the Rock Bottom (not my choice, but the beer was pretty good).

Dinner: Round two of the brontosaurus steak with some grilled asparagus and a rye lager.

rockymtn devil wrote: Lunch: Chicken chimichanga with green chile and an iced tea.

And the pattern continues.

CellR wrote:Turns out dinner ended up being Wendy's... Not Andy's...

As someone born and raised in Dublin, OH, I can't believe anyone would equate Wendy's with a . Did you forget to dip your fries in your Frosty? That's the only explanation I have.

CameronBornAndBred wrote:

rockymtn devil wrote: Lunch: Chicken chimichanga with green chile and an iced tea.

And the pattern continues.

It was pretty good ;)

rockymtn devil wrote:

CellR wrote:Turns out dinner ended up being Wendy's... Not Andy's...

As someone born and raised in Dublin, OH, I can't believe anyone would equate Wendy's with a . Did you forget to dip your fries in your Frosty? That's the only explanation I have.

I drove from Greenville, NC to Key West, FL by way of Dublin, OH in March 2006. The lacrosse incident occurred during that trip. In fact, I believe that I was standing nude and conversing with Spring Breakers in a fifth-floor, rooftop, clothing optional bar.
True story.

wilson wrote:

rockymtn devil wrote:

CellR wrote:Turns out dinner ended up being Wendy's... Not Andy's...

As someone born and raised in Dublin, OH, I can't believe anyone would equate Wendy's with a . Did you forget to dip your fries in your Frosty? That's the only explanation I have.

I drove from Greenville, NC to Key West, FL by way of Dublin, OH in March 2006. The lacrosse incident occurred during that trip. In fact, I believe that I was standing nude and conversing with Spring Breakers in a fifth-floor, rooftop, clothing optional bar.
True story.

TMI!

wilson wrote:

rockymtn devil wrote:

CellR wrote:Turns out dinner ended up being Wendy's... Not Andy's...

As someone born and raised in Dublin, OH, I can't believe anyone would equate Wendy's with a . Did you forget to dip your fries in your Frosty? That's the only explanation I have.

I drove from Greenville, NC to Key West, FL by way of Dublin, OH in March 2006. The lacrosse incident occurred during that trip. In fact, I believe that I was standing nude and conversing with Spring Breakers in a fifth-floor, rooftop, clothing optional bar.
True story.

The part that gets me is by way of Dublin, OH... the rest I buy.

Sue71 wrote:

wilson wrote:I drove from Greenville, NC to Key West, FL by way of Dublin, OH in March 2006. The lacrosse incident occurred during that trip. In fact, I believe that I was standing nude and conversing with Spring Breakers in a fifth-floor, rooftop, clothing optional bar.
True story.

The part that gets me is by way of Dublin, OH... the rest I buy.

No, really. I had a good buddy that year who was born and raised in northern Ohio, mostly along the shores of Lake Erie. He is very involved with the Ohio Scuba Club (remember, this was a Maritime Studies/Nautical Archaeology program), and that year, he was awarded the Club's scholarship for the third year running. He had missed the banquet the first two times (because it was always on the leading weekend of Spring Break), and felt bad about the prospect of missing it for the third straight year. So, we piled into my big Buick Park Avenue (typical comment: "Oh! My grandmother used to have one of those!") and made the trip up. In return, his parents bought all of the gas for the trip, gave me $200 to spend along the way, and put us up in a nice mid-high range hotel in Dublin for a night. I love hotel bars, and this one was my favorite I've ever been in.
So anyway, the second night of the conference (Saturday), we stuck around until the end of the banquet so my buddy Joe could get up and accept the scholarship. Then, at 10 p.m., we pulled out of the parking lot, bound for Key West. We stopped for about 30 minutes in Cary, NC the next morning at about 8:00 to pick up our third compatriot, and then pressed on southward. At 11 p.m. Sunday night, after essentially 25 straight hours in the car, we arrived in Homestead, FL. We met a friend of Joe's for a drink and crashed for the night before pulling into Key West the next morning.
The final day of the trip, we left Florida in t-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops. When we pulled back into Greenville at amount midnight on Sunday, it was thirty degrees outside, and the city was mired in three straight days' frost advisories. The other two guys had a dive safety class the next morning at 8:00, whereas I didn't have Monday class.
Total mileage: 3,793.
True story.

wilson wrote:

Sue71 wrote:

wilson wrote:I drove from Greenville, NC to Key West, FL by way of Dublin, OH in March 2006. The lacrosse incident occurred during that trip. In fact, I believe that I was standing nude and conversing with Spring Breakers in a fifth-floor, rooftop, clothing optional bar.
True story.

The part that gets me is by way of Dublin, OH... the rest I buy.

No, really. I had a good buddy that year who was born and raised in northern Ohio, mostly along the shores of Lake Erie. He is very involved with the Ohio Scuba Club (remember, this was a Maritime Studies/Nautical Archaeology program), and that year, he was awarded the Club's scholarship for the third year running. He had missed the banquet the first two times (because it was always on the leading weekend of Spring Break), and felt bad about the prospect of missing it for the third straight year. So, we piled into my big Buick Park Avenue (typical comment: "Oh! My grandmother used to have one of those!") and made the trip up. In return, his parents bought all of the gas for the trip, gave me $200 to spend along the way, and put us up in a nice mid-high range hotel in Dublin for a night. I love hotel bars, and this one was my favorite I've ever been in.
So anyway, the second night of the conference (Saturday), we stuck around until the end of the banquet so my buddy Joe could get up and accept the scholarship. Then, at 10 p.m., we pulled out of the parking lot, bound for Key West. We stopped for about 30 minutes in Cary, NC the next morning at about 8:00 to pick up our third compatriot, and then pressed on southward. At 11 p.m. Sunday night, after essentially 25 straight hours in the car, we arrived in Homestead, FL. We met a friend of Joe's for a drink and crashed for the night before pulling into Key West the next morning.
The final day of the trip, we left Florida in t-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops. When we pulled back into Greenville at amount midnight on Sunday, it was thirty degrees outside, and the city was mired in three straight days' frost advisories. The other two guys had a dive safety class the next morning at 8:00, whereas I didn't have Monday class.
Total mileage: 3,793.
True story.

Wow! Wilson's Great Adventure

Plättar (Swedish pancakes) and bacon for breakfast. Coffee.

Leggo my Eggo! (Blueberry to be exact. I prefer to make my own, but these do okay in a pinch.)

I ate at Golden Corral for breakfast. I ate so much I can't remember it all, but I know I finished with a chocolate cake smothered in chocolate icing layered with chocolate chips. Mmmmmm...cake for breakfast.

CameronBornAndBred wrote:I ate at Golden Corral for breakfast. I ate so much I can't remember it all, but I know I finished with a chocolate cake smothered in chocolate icing layered with chocolate chips. Mmmmmm...cake for breakfast.

I had that last weekend. Cake for breakfast that is. Strawberry cake with vanilla frosting. My favorite.

Is it too late for breakfast now? Its 63F and raining, which has no bearing on anything other than it being cold and rainy at the moment.

YmoBeThere wrote:Is it too late for breakfast now? Its 63F and raining, which has no bearing on anything other than it being cold and rainy at the moment.

That's 7 x 9F.