Slept in a bit, which is what happens when you drive half the night and start questioning why every town has three mattress stores and a guy named “Big Al” selling fireworks. Woke up, had breakfast—something with eggs, possibly made on a questionable griddle, tasted fine, wasn’t poisoned, so we’re good.
Headed down to the beach. Lot of sand. Probably too much sand. People always romanticize the beach, but no one talks about how sand follows you home like a clingy ex. Laid around, stared at the ocean, tried to figure out if dolphins have a military or not.
Ended up sleeping in a hammock on the pier, which was surprisingly peaceful, except for the occasional kid screaming about a crab. Then played in the ocean with the kids—mostly consisted of getting hit with waves and pretending I wasn’t keeping an eye out for sharks the entire time.
Now the kids are passed out, recharging their chaos batteries, and I’m considering whether we should go ride go-karts or hop on a dolphin cruise where someone with a clipboard tells me facts I’ll immediately forget. Either way, the sun’s shining, I’m a little crispy, and life’s pretty good.
Go Dawgs.
Headed down to the beach. Lot of sand. Probably too much sand. People always romanticize the beach, but no one talks about how sand follows you home like a clingy ex. Laid around, stared at the ocean, tried to figure out if dolphins have a military or not.
Ended up sleeping in a hammock on the pier, which was surprisingly peaceful, except for the occasional kid screaming about a crab. Then played in the ocean with the kids—mostly consisted of getting hit with waves and pretending I wasn’t keeping an eye out for sharks the entire time.
Now the kids are passed out, recharging their chaos batteries, and I’m considering whether we should go ride go-karts or hop on a dolphin cruise where someone with a clipboard tells me facts I’ll immediately forget. Either way, the sun’s shining, I’m a little crispy, and life’s pretty good.
Go Dawgs.
