Day 5 - A Day at the "Office", Carmine's, The Breakers

Day 5 felt like had never left DC. Clicking keystrokes, dialing for dollars. There was definitely a "buzz" going on, but no alcohol was involved. What had happened to the vacation? Franco did a "three way" -- and we are not talking about sex. Sales reports. Management reports. OMG! We gotta get outtahere!

KIA loaded, Franco, puts "Carmine's" into the GPS and we bolted "outta da" garage. No damages. As we ramp on to 95 North, we are desperately trying to leave our "new DC office" behind and find respite among Franco's Italian ancestry -- at Carmine's La Trattoria. We are all chatting about the plan for the day, lunch at Carmine's, then onto Palm Beach to visit "The Breakers", when we are interrupted by the voice on the GPS, "Continue on the current road for 125 miles, then take a..." Whoaa! Could it be that Franco was so consumed by work that he deliberately programmed in a restaurant in Daytona Beach -- just to get as far away from "work" as possible? Well, Tomba took control and yelled out, "Take a right here!" The entire team breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about what could have been -- a 2 hour drive to get to a restaurant that is 5 miles from our condo.

Well, Carmine's was worth it. On the intercoastal, great Italian fare, fun discussion about "buying a place in Florida" -- uhhhh, NO. We re-boarded the Italian stallion, and got back on 95 south headed to the land o' the wealthy -- Palm Beach and "The Breakers".

The Paparazzi had not arrived yet, but Pooker was "getting ready" for the "wave-off".

Tomba and the Pooker reminisced about their first visit to "The Breakers" many moons ago. Fond thoughts of their "youth" and times long past -- wait a second, we are still young -- as compared to the avg Palm Beacher, so its our time now, baby.

We toured the hotel --built in 1916 -- and the grounds, took a few "classic" pics and sat at the "Ocean Bar" talking to Jennifer, our Barkeep. She told us that she had decided to leave Palm Beach and move to Aspen. Tomba and Franco's mouths dropped open -- how can she have want we want -- "beach and ski" -- and living it. They quickly tried to work in "when we are in Aspen, we will stop by".... she never told us how to reach her.

So what are the first questions asked by the young ladies of Palm Beach as they seek their "true love"?

(1) What kind of car do you drive? Check one:
___ Maybach ___ Rolls Royce ___ Bentley (If these are left unchecked, do not continue)
(2) What home "in Palm Beach" do you own?
(We are not talking about renting or using, we are talking "own" -- no mortgage, no boarders and it must be over the intracoastal within 2 miles of The Breakers" within the city limits of Palm Beach and this must be verified by an local real estate appraiser and the Barkeep at Ta-boo's.)
(3) Who is your investment banker?
(If its Madoff, back away from the car.)
(4) Can I have his number?
(It needs to have a 212 area code.)

We were told, this is actually printed on small cards and provider to many "grapefruit" purveyors.

Finally, we decided to finally take in "Amelia". And it was good. The Muvico Theaters had "love seats" - which we all enjoyed. Blue Martini Bar for drinks and dinner and then home. Just another "Day at the Office".