Marshall and Debbie

These are our friends Marshall and Debbie:

We met them years ago, camping near eachother at a state park in Florida, and we immediately became fast friends. Maybe it was because we all enthusiastically partook in the bottles of wine that appeared? Maybe it was because none of us were senior citizens? Maybe it was because we were all cool and had a great time? Who knows? We've been pals ever since.

Marshall and Debbie moved to St. Augustine from Key West several years ago, and they work at this bar.

Cool, isn't it?

We hightailed it right to that bar the moment we arrived in St. Augustine, and there they were, our long-lost lovely friends, right where we left them.

We met some of their lovely friends, too.

We stayed for sunset . . .

. . . and admired that iconic St. Augustine lighthouse in the distance.

One good thing about states where you can still smoke in the bars?

Mistah can get shots like these . . .

Anyway, we made our way back to their house . . .

. . . and had a dance party.

Of course we did.

And we cooked dinner. Both nights. These guys like to cook dinner as much as we I do. We combined our resources . . .

. . . and in the course of prepping, chopping and sauteing wildly . . .

. . . and looking good doing it . . .

. . . really, spectacularly good . . .

. . . we made a kick-ass dinner. Two kick-ass dinners.

Debbie and Marshall have a cat that's a crack cucumber addict and they both spend a lot of time feeding the kitty her junk.

Mistah Schleckah, our intrepid photographer, dazzled us all with his layered look.

Marshall was especially impressed. But Mistah called Marshall his guru, so I guess they're even.

And then? Before we knew it? We had to say goodbye. Marshall and Debbie were off to work, back to the bar where it all started.

I never once changed my clothes in the 3 days we were there so actually, in my mind, I never left the place where we all started . . .

Marshall and Debbie. Our grand and glorious friends.

We miss you guys.