breakfast of champions. water, coffee, bloody mary.
we woke up relatively early for a saturday and went running. about a mile and a half i'd guess, though i didn't clock it. went back and enjoyed bloody mary's, water, and coffee. eventually made eggs & sausage and got ourselves ready for the boat. there was a small boat advisory so we had to stay in the bay. i was glad for this since i have a history of seasickness. no good.
got on the boat, which i was afraid of first and started out...
stopped for fuel, and then at seacrets...i should have taken a pic of this really but instead i will do my best at describing it to you. imagine the bay at seacrets...now imagine not being able to see the water because of the seriously massive amounts of intoxicated people in the water...now imagine being in that water, drinking and having to pee. do you get OUT of the water to go the restroom? i wonder... i was glad for the taxi boat. for a moment i thought we were going to have to walk into the pee and cigarette infested water...gross.
took the boat in, had some really really really good jerk chicken and bruscetta while we people watched and stared in disbelief at what some girls will do to themselves, and then got back on the boat and headed for the chowder beds.
my two favorites...smellin' LN and Johanna Banana.
heh...floating heads.
you can't see it very well...but Dan is holding three 'chowder' clams in one hand...at most i can hold two. had so much fun with the three of them. my feet hurt a little from digging in the sand for clams, but it was well worth it. pretended to fly on our way back. probably almost got tossed from the boat a few times, though i'm sure i would have felt nothing. alcohol is amazing in it's numbing abilities.
ordered enough food to feed a small militia and nearly slept thru the delivery guy. watched a movie. LN and Dan watched it with their eyes closed. they have talent. decided not to go out that night. the alcohol consumption during the day was a little absurd...wait...that's not possible.
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