I'll admit that when our plans to go to the Mayan last night fell through, I was actually disappointed. Troy's life-long buddy Mike is a great diver and spends a few evenings a week diving at the Mayan restaurant. We had made plans with the Mayfields to visit, eat some dinner, watch Mike dive and even get a backstage tour of the place. We were all sad to find out that Mike wasn't actually working that night. We decided to postpone those plans and find something else to do together. I'm so very glad we did because we got the wonderful opportunity to enjoy a little slice of summer heaven.
Picture this: Sandwiches. (Yes, I know, that's heavenly all on its own.) But wait, there's more. They were Emigration Market sandwiches. (Mine was a portabello burger....) A blanket on the grass. Children frolicking. Kids and Dads tossing the football to each other. Swings. Toddlers. There were even puppies. Those didn't belong to us, but they certainly added to the picture. Let me tell you, it doesn't get much better than that.
Not great pix, but I only had my cell phone, so I used it. Duh. Remind me to bring my camera next time!