The Power of The Blog to Bring Us Together!

The last two days were fantastic and a testament to the power of our blog. I was doing a case in the panhandle of Florida and remembered that the famous Cuban Cajun, Luisleon, lived in the vicinity. I emailed him that I was at the Marriott Baypoint resort in Panama City Beach and he promptly replied that he was ten minutes away, shutting down his computer, and jumping in his speedy beemer so please have a cold one waiting at the waterfront bar. I complied and soon we were chugging cold ones, eating sushi, and generally having such a noisy blast that we came darn close to being kicked out of the bar (all the fault of the ragin cajun). We called Vic and put him on speaker so the whole bar could hear our wild trash talk. The party continued the next day when Luisleon and I took off on a four-hour road trip to Jacksonville. I had a case there the next day and Luisleon came up with some lame excuse about a corporate meeting in Jax so we could continue the adventure. We checked into the Hyatt Grand Riverside and soon Luisleon was quaffing martinis (I was drinking skim milk) at the bar. We were beginning to make dinner plans when I got an email from Natalie who was in Sacramento. As usual, I replied "to all" that I was at a bar in Jax with Luisleon. Instantly the famous "Aggie Twelf Man", Pete Dunn, emailed back saying that he had just bogeyed the 17th hole at Sawgrass, just down the road at beautiful Ponte Vedra Beach. Soon the ragin Cuban Cajun and I were cruising down AIA to meet Dunn and his clients at Ruth Chris' Steakhouse. Now, I must take a moment to set the record straight: I was stone cold sober (having only had milk) as we drove toward Ponte Vedra. Luisleon, on the other hand, was utterly out of control. He was so wild that he picked up my blackberry and started texting and emailing other blog members (principally Victor) from my blackberry. The fact that he started using my bb instead of his own bb which he had in his other hand is conclusive proof of his state of mind (or unmind) so, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, please ignore the rantings that came from my blackberry on the evening of August 26th. They were clearly the product of a demented cajun. Pete and two of his clients (one was another lsu cajun --"Skeeter", the other a nc tarheel) were waiting for us at the bar. I ordered another milk. Pete was a wonderful and generous host. We had a superb dinner and notwithstanding our protestations and attempts to pick up the tab, Pete had made prior arrangements and treated us all to a veritable feast of the finest food and drink, even rare California wines which, to maintain my sobriety, I sadly abstained from drinking. We really got to know each other after dinner at the bar (where I continued to have milk) and had so much fun that we closed the place down. When we looked up all other customers had left the joint (or were driven out by the wild rantings of my fellow bloggers --specially the cajuns). We were all so captured by the moment that we even pledged to visit College Station together and Pete got so sentimental and teary-eyed that he even praised Tim Tebow and called him the best QB in the history of the world!!!!!