At 4 a.m. driving to the airport, Chef starts boring me with his work stories (yawn)
I have everything planned out to the T
Chef did not trim his toenails so he looked like wolverine in sandals; his white, doughy flat feet with splaying toes in every direction and razor sharp toenails looked like I was in the company of big foot.

Everything was great; the restaurants that were suggested to me by STalkers here were great!
Chef was in heaven--all the BARS!!
Chef oggled a 17 year old in very short shorts :sick:
I had to inform Chef about tipping (still a mystery to him although I've explained it several times)
Chef took off his shirt on the beach (Buddha, is that you?)
Chef compared this vacation with his honeymoon with the BM! "When BM and I went to Las Vegas for our shotgun wedding and honeymoon, (in which they took the BM's BM and his BM, WTF??) we did blah blah blah blah blah blah!"

I was tempted several times:

Chef slipped on a slippery beach rock and almost fell into the ocean (too bad he regained his balance)
I wanted to push him off the sail boat as we were only 90 miles from Cuba

Chef took note of all the musicians down there and remarked that OSS could come down here and play for a living (I had a hard time getting my eyeballs unstuck that high up) I was thinking, yeah if he had some talent--but as you have seen at camprocstar.com (no k)

Coming back was a nightmare! United flight booking agent totally overreacted to a delay and REROUTED our flights to the next day. She actually put on on separate flights to different airports! Which come to think of it wasn't that bad! I got to look at steptalk on my tablet while waiting at the New Jersey airport!

We had to sleep at the Fort Lauderdale airport with that creepy wax museum-like sculpture there. Chef, as usual, was trying to take the side of the very slow, very incompetent booking agent. Actually got ANGRY at me for saying that I was going to complain. We lost a day's work and had to spend extra money on the rental car, long term parking, meals, etc.

Took him 24 hours to realize that I was right after all and that the booking agent was an inept Walmart Greeter wannabe. The other agent was telling everyone that it would just be a slight delay at O'hare (which it was). So instead of having a 2 hour delay, we had a 17 hour delay!!

Chef fried himself and was bragging about the tan on his left forearm (eyeroll)