Spring break’s coming up, and we’re heading down to Orange Beach. I’ll probably get sunburned on day one because I forget how the sun works every year. The kids’ll be chasing seagulls, we’ll eat something fried that used to swim, and I’ll end up talking to a local about how to deep fry an alligator tail.
Then we’re heading back just in time for the Masters. Which, honestly, is like the Kentucky Derby of golf—everyone wears weird pastel colors, the grass is too perfect, and the announcers whisper like they’re in a library. I am awful at golf, but I can’t look away.
Anyway, enjoy your spring break. Don’t forget sunscreen, and don’t trust any restaurant that says “world famous” if you’ve never heard of it.
Then we’re heading back just in time for the Masters. Which, honestly, is like the Kentucky Derby of golf—everyone wears weird pastel colors, the grass is too perfect, and the announcers whisper like they’re in a library. I am awful at golf, but I can’t look away.
Anyway, enjoy your spring break. Don’t forget sunscreen, and don’t trust any restaurant that says “world famous” if you’ve never heard of it.
