So we hung out with some of the ministrycom crew last night.

We ate at one of the top five seafood restaurants in the United States called Castro Del Mar in Scottsdale, AZ. The great irony is that I don’t like seafood So it could have been one of the bottom five seafood restaurants and I wouldn’t have known the difference

It’s one of those places where you feel like you have to talk in a sophisticated accent and act elegant. Whatever that means. So we had a private dining room. We had chairs for twenty-one, but there were twenty-seven of us. I’m not mathematician, but that means we had six people too many. And we all wanted seperate bills.

Waitress nightmare

Tony Morgan even made her cry! Not really. Sort of. She did cry, but it wasn’t all Tony’s fault The good news is that her tip went way up when she cried.

By the way, the water alone cost $52. But boy was that good water. So tasteless!

It wasn’t just a meal. It was an experience.

Lots of memories. Lots of laughs!