For B’s 29th birthday, we went down to Gulf Shores. We hadn’t been to the gulf in about three years, and it was just time.
B just looks like a little kid while he is in the water. I will be the first to admit that sometimes big waves scare me, and jelly fish, but B never seems to mind it. I’m pretty sure the only way to keep him out of the water is the dreaded double red flags.
And even then I’m not so sure.
So our first day down at the gulf, we spent the afternoon drinking rum and watching the waves. We then went to a place that we went to the last time we were down there; the people who owned it were so afraid that they wouldn’t survive. They had just opened up right after the BP oil spill, and were afraid that they weren’t going to do any business.
We weren’t even sure that the place was still going to be open.
But it was! We went there and it was packed! We were like proud little parents! Like for some reason we were responsible for their success.
But we weren’t. Their amazing sushi and oysters are what made them awesome.
Some pictures from our first day..
I put these pictures in here even though I look like absolute crap, it was our time at the beach. I’m really feeling that it’s time to get rid of the red hair and go back to blonde again. Or something. The more I look at them, the more I feel like they need to go away.
I know I’m my hardest critic, but oh well. I need a change. Maybe the hair is the right place to start.