"OK, favorite movies and genres, go!” Dan excitedly says as he hops over another large rock while taking a huge bite of his shish kabob.
We came to the marina, which is about a thirty-minute drive from my house. I came here a few times as a kid, but my parents didn't enjoy themselves much, so we never came back. They aren't much for games and rides or food from a truck.
Ever since we began this little adventure, we have been singing to the music on the radio on full blast or laughing at some long-forgotten memory. It has been non-stop fun, and the food choice is no different. It screams Dan to a T. Only he would know of some whole-in-the-wall food truck at the end of the pier that sells marinated and grilled meat and veggie kabobs.
The chicken is to die for, and the shrimp is mouth-wat
