
This evening we were going to see an oldie, but a goodie – a good friend who has been living in Atlantic Beach for a few years now. We meet at a local bar, Sun Dog along a beach strip type, laced with bars and restaurants. Interestingly enough as narrow the road which ran through this palm sized district, the yellow line that divided the road also distinguished Atlantic Beach from Neptune Beach. A quick drink at this 50’s diner type bar, we decide to head over to another spot, as the band seems to be warming up, and it didn’t look like the type to compete conversation with.
However, before we head over to the restaurant, we quickly side track over to the beach, to feel the sand in between our toes and dip our feet into the water. Amazing! I have never felt ocean water so warm. It felt luke warm, the ideal skinny dipping temp, for sure. We didn’t do that though.
Still with the fine, sugar like sand stuck between our toes, carefree, we put our shoes back on and had toward the Ocean One Hotel to Azurea, and ocean side restaurant with a killer patio. We walk through the lobby and then through the corridor with blue and white mosaic tile, aqua marine colored rocks and sea shells. It was as though we were entering Poseidon’s palace.

It was a great night full of stories from way back when and now. We even learn that St. Augustine is the nation's oldest city. Huh, go figure. As we look up into the star filled sky, we also realize that we have been having all this fun under the careful watch of Venus.
Special Thanks: Derek Frey