Saturday, February 07, 2009
Play with me
Deerfield Beach, FL, December 2008
It's 8:40 in the evening, and we've just arrived at my in-laws' place in Florida. We're all rather hung over in that tired-but-happy-to-be-here fog that you get after a long drive. Like most families, we've evolved certain rituals since we began coming here, and CiCi's is one of them.
For the uninitiated, CiCi's is an all-you-can-eat pizza restaurant. If you've ever wanted to watch gluttony in action, this is the place. The cafeteria-like row of pizzas and fixins is a veritable free-for-all of conspicuous consumption. It's not fine dining by any stretch of the imagination, and one shudders to think what the nutritional labels would say - well, if there were any.
But it makes the munchkins happy, and someone else cleans up. So here we are. And we're not alone. Friends and family from the Great White North have also migrated here, and as in past years, we bump into them and hold impromptu, boisterous reunions amid the randomly arranged chipped formica tables. It's a happy moment rich with memory, and I stop to take it all in.
That is, until I realize our youngest has wandered to the games area in back. I follow his wiggling form as he scoots from machine to machine. He doesn't want to play anything. He's just looking. The dimly lit area looks like it hasn't seen a paintbrush since long before little man was born, but he doesn't seem to mind. Neither do I as I notice the stark lines of the air hockey table and get yet another compositional idea in my head...
Your turn: The first thing you do when you arrive on vacation is...?
One more thing: Thematic Photographic explores "down" this week. Head over here for more.