Yappy Hour. . .I'll drink to that!

I attended Yappy Hour last night.  It was billed as "An Event for people and dogs to benefit Miami Lighthouse" and it was not only very successful, but definitely a hoot.  Held in the outdoor patio of a Midtown restaurant called Apeiro Kitchen & Bar, it was attended by about 75 humans and some 40 dogs.  Frankly, I lost count after the second glass of Pinot Grigio.

I loved the fact that both the bar and all the tables had a bowl of inviting looking little crackers on them.  If you weren't careful, you might not realize they were treats for the dogs, not for the two legged guests.  I'm sure more than a few were bit into, if not consumed, before reality set in. 

Everyone with a dog received a tote bag full of goodies, once again for the dogs, not the owners, and believe me, the dogs were having a ball.  My friend Sheila, attending with her malti-poo Henry, won the prize for "Best Dressed Look-Alikes" in their matching outfits.  Henry loves a good party.  We call him a "bar hound" around the Grove Isle clubhouse.


Congrats to the Miami Lighthouse, and marketing director Cam Sisser, whose idea it was for this terrific event.  I don't know who had more fun.  The dogs or their owners.

Sheila & Henry, front and back!

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Not so much fun to fly these days. . .

I have two airline flights coming up in the next month, so I wasn't exactly delighted to hear on the news last night that travelers should be prepared for even longer security lines as summer approaches.

What did we do before we had cell phones?

Longer?  Jeez, I thought they were pretty ridiculous already.  Last month on my way home from visiting daughter Andrea in Charlotte, NC. I literally crawled forward on line for 55 minutes before getting up to the actual security area.  Everyone on the line, including yours truly, spent the time staring at their cell phones, making last minute calls, playing Words With Friends, reading e-mail. . .anything to help you not notice how slowly the line was moving.

The only laugh I got out of the thoroughly unpleasant situation was hearing the guard at the start of the line who checked your boarding pass shouting over and over again directions about removing your laptops and taking off your shoes.  Each time he got to the shoe part he would shout out "If you're over 75 you don't have to take off your shoes."  So I didn't.

When I finally approached the booth where you go in, put your hands over your head, and get zapped with something that shows your insides, the lady in charge scowled at me and said "You didn't take off your shoes!"  For a moment, I considered thanking her for the compliment.  Instead, I hissed, "I'm over 75."  I'm not sure she believed me because I got patted down on the other side when I emerged.  Obviously, I looked suspicious.

I have great memories of luxurious air flights, when you dressed for the occasion, dined and drank at leisure as you flew to your destination, and were treated like celebrities by gorgeous flight attendants.  Those days are gone forever, that's for sure.

Today's Millennial Generation would have no idea what I'm talking about, that's also for sure.
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