I know I've talked about our all girl vacations, theme songs and nicknames before, but it's really sad to mention here that we've gone from awesome songs like, I Wear My Sunglasses at Night, to reciting, Pee-Pee On the Potty (from Look Who's Talking, Too). Yes, I've news for you youngsters, locating the closest bathroom becomes a strategy as you age.
Even though we've lost elasticity of our bladders, we've not lost our sense of adventure. Tomorrow, at the butt crack of dawn (literally), we're boarding a gimongous catamaran and setting sail for a three hour tour. That puts me in the mind of another theme song, but this time we're sailing to Key West in a manner that allows us to drink and ride. Yes, vodka will be involved. We'll spend the day on Duvall Street and at Mallory Square and then set sail home. Can't wait.
In the meantime, I'll share with you some photos of a most picture perfect day on the beach:
My best friend wanted to know what I was reading that was making me laugh out loud. I showed her Laurie's ( of Three Dog Blog) book, and we agreed that the perfect beach read was one that could make you laugh like that. Though parts are serious, many are humorous, and I've got to tell you, I'm glad I chose to bring this book with me. It's now dogeared and full of sand, which only proves that it's loved.
We've gone parasailing on vacation before, in Mexico no less, where I'm sure there is no Coast Guard, nor regulations. This activity is on the back burner for Friday.
I fill out a bathing suit quite differently these days. This is all I'm willing to show you of what I've dared to wear on the beach. Maybe come Friday I'll take my tank top off and wear it as the two piece it is--then again--maybe not.
FYI, I am not the only person espied knitting on the beach. So what if I get sand in my yarn? I care not.