[My super sweet ride + Rob trailing Melissa and Andy on the tandem bike.]
More Memorial Day weekend pherters fer yer. We enjoyed a few hours of sobriety at the beach before diving right back into the mayhem. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow—once I lose control of my hair, I pretty much can’t be held accountable for any of my actions beyond that point.
And my hair was nuts.
Bay Head was lovely—and managed to meet a lot of my Floridian demands. Arctic water temperatures were forgiven for their ability to sooth my gigantic block feet. Kadima with 3 people was both challenging and hysterical.
[Taka linen dress, known to accentuate both cleavage and all other unflattering bits.]
We headed over to the Patio Bar and I had the best pina colada of my life and tore apart some oysters, clams, shrimp and crab claws. Today begins a week-long detox. There are obvious (and uncontested) doubts as to how long I can last. If we’re not both on board, it becomes pretty impossible to stick to.
One more Mem Day post to come. We’ve saved the best for last.