Clint and I celebrated our one year anniversary by taking a vacation to Destin, Florida. We brought along our good friends, Scott and Lori Brownmiller. We had a great time and we made some memories that will not soon be forgotten.
Thanks to an unmentionable, Clint was able to confiscate a picture of a young Scott with a mullet. He had the picture pasted onto the shirts we were sporting when we picked the Brownmillers up. We were pulled over about twenty minutes into the trip because my husband was going 82 in a 65. The state trooper was very friendly/lonely and he let us off with a warning once he found out the story behind the shirts and met the mullet man himself.
We stopped at a little diner in Louisiana called The Dock and had some wonderful catfish. They liked to serve their catfish with salsa (yuck) but other than that it was a cool little place. We drove until we came to Mobile, Alabama and Clint and Scott scored free drinks at the Sky Lounge in the hotel we were staying at. We had dinner at Hero's and watched the Elite 8 basketball games. We woke up early Sunday morning and made it to Destin in time to be on the beach by that afternoon.
Sunday night we went to my favorite place, BayTowne Wharf! Clint and Scott made a dash to the RumRunners and the night quickly went awry. We had urges to play on monkey bars, climb trees and make it rain. We accomplished all of these tasks and more. The night hit its peak when Clint and Scott ordered Category 5 drinks at Hammerheads and took a quick dive when we discovered the drinks were $15 each. We made it back to the condo safely and welcomed Monday morning with vows of not partying like rock stars for the rest of our time in Florida. The weather was nice and we were on the beach for most of the day. I was able to swim in the ocean with Clint and even though it was very cold, it was worth it. Monday night we had dinner at Blue Point and I had the best Key Lime Pie of the whole trip. We played putt-putt that night and Scott and I made a hole in 1 on two different holes! I was very excited about this but quickly got frustrated with the game when it became obvious I was not going to beat Clint.
Tuesday was overcast so we spent the day shopping. We made our way to the Gulfarium where I'm pretty sure we saw a dead crocodile and one sick penguin but the dolphins and sea lions were too cute and it made me want to get a job there and be a dolphin trainer. Tuesday night we ate at The Crab Trap where Lori was able to enjoy her crab. We then went bowling. It didn't go so well for me but I think everyone else had a great time. Scott was the Strike Master and Clint wasn't too far behind. Lori bowled ambidextrously to ensure one arm would not be unequally sore from the other. I busted my butt on the first frame (the lanes are really slick) and only topped my high score of 23 by 12 points.
Wednesday was overcast again and the boys enjoyed their much anticipated golf game at the Kelly Plantation while Lori and I shopped and scored some great deals. That night we went to Grazie's where Clint and I were finally able to dip our bread in roasted garlic and drink a pina colada. It was heaven. We walked on the beach that night and it was perfect. Clint and I were able to get our feet wet and even though there were teenagers everywhere, it was still romantic.
Thursday morning it was overcast and raining, so we made our way to Grayton Beach for lunch at the Red Bar. We also stumbled across a boutique called Gypsea's. It was my favorite place to shop out of all the places we hit. That night we went to Pompano Joe's and I had the best Grouper sandwich. Lori and I were drinking Creamy Coconuts and had the urge to go back to BayTowne Wharf. We did the Cupid Shuffle and watched from our tower at all the white boys trying to dance. Always true to myself, I crashed shortly after arriving in BayTowne, so the night ended peacefully and quietly.
Friday was a beautiful day and the boys played golf first thing in the morning as Lori and I baked in the sun. We spent the whole day on the beach and even though the current was fierce, we were able to swim in the ocean too. That night we ate at a little hole in the wall and endured the worst singer in the world. It happened to be a lot of fun and Lori showed the whole place how to hula-hoop in a sexy dress while I jingled away on a jingle thing.
Saturday morning we awoke with a mission: home sweet home. We made it back safely and I really have to thank God for a safe trip and I have to thank my husband for a wonderful first year of marriage. I'm thankful to my Mom and Kirk for taking such good care of FLEX. I missed him but it helped to have daily pictures and updates on his status. It's always fun to go on vacation because you make wonderful memories and you realize how much you have waiting for you back home.
Mama Bear says to stear clear of the drunk and high kids and try to be tasty, not pasty. Enjoy your ninja sightings! Merry Christmas, y'all! ;)
