Recently our 9 year old daughter begged us to go to the beach, so we caved. Off to Pensacola Beach we went. I forgot my camera but hey I had the droid and let the captioning begin.
|The view from our room. So far so good. No|
sand in the pantsies yet.
|And I won't leave out HIM, who was enjoying a beer.|
HIM said he didn't have sand in his pantsies but
I think he was lying.
Doesn't this look like a man with
sand in his pantsies?
|This restaurant we were at had everything.|
Alcohol, fried shrimp, and actual Cuban refugee rafts
we could admire.
|See. The restaurant even had a begging cat.|
Let me tell you. I couldn't sit there and eat while
there was a skinny cat looking at me.
The cat ate more of my shrimp than I did.
|Of course, when I went to the bathroom, after|
drinking the entirety of my Kaluha goodness,
they had a mark on the wall that showed us
that we should be thinking about
hurricanes. (Way to make tourists relax!)
|I feel like a beach trip blog without an actual beach|
shot seems silly, so I put in an old one. This is Virginia Beach,
but it's the same ocean, right?
|The restaurant also had an old truck. Booze, playgrounds, skinny cats,|
deep fried shrimp AND rusting vehicles.
My God, it was like a veritable wonderland.
|See. HIM and Cressy were so happy they hugged the boat|
on the outside of the restaurant on the way out.
They wanted to take one of those bicycle cabs but I couldn't
do it to the poor skinny bastard.
Coming soon... Part II - More sand in the pantsies and "How did that get sunburned?"