Everyone told me dude don't do it! You and three independent women in a small car is going to be your demise. It's like volunteering to be in the Italian boys choir but i didn't listen. Little did i know that i would be mommed, constantly. Opinions were better not voiced, and driving directions would be given from three voices at once. And i am now well informed that i am an A** But all is well, as long as i followed instructions, limited my butts of Florida pictures and did not stop and ask those five girls on the corner for directions. They probably wouldn't have answered anyway because they were standing in front of a no tell motel sign. So i guess they weren't supposed to talk to strangers.
One of the main reason for the trip was a visit to the mothership, but i had to wear a disguise because my ex-wife from Moogrug was peeking out the door, but i did get to wave at the kiddies in the upstairs window
The girls however were under no pressure since she had no morfarackolizer gun and they are immune to the glareballs from muckynarbos eyes. Not that she's smart enough to know who they were. She is a greeny after all.not the smartest yorger in the universe. But she was fun till i married her, the she went bacozzie.
While we were in the area we had to do some beach visits and gather sand for the rental car company.So it was Pensacola beach first. Then lunch at Hemingway's restaurant (my lifestyle inspiration) some shopping. Visit to the visiters center so we could tell them what was really in the area other than the bar ads they had.
Then a visit to Fort Pickens
No oil in sight, bikinis yes (this is Friday by Saturday morning the beach was covered with people, coolers and umbrellas.
Soon after it was time to hit the crab shack for some fish tacos, shrimp pizza and for two lucky people (i'm driving, my sister don't imbibe) some Merlot. Before all gave it up for the night and rest before the scheduled 7am restart. So ends day one
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