My wife the beach bum.
Clearly, extending our vacation was a good idea.
My dearest, darlingest Rachel has fallen into a blissfully wonderful post-sex sleep, and somehow I remain wide awake. So, I guess it’s about time for an Honesty Hour. It’s been awhile since we talked. I’ve been so distracted with weddings and physical therapy and school getting out and vacation planning. You’ll have to forgive me, tumblr.
So, hit me with your best shot?
I might be extremely close to just… booking a trip. These beach pictures are killing meeeeeeee.
(Rachel surprised me with a trip to NYC. I can surprise her with a trip to Florida, right? Totally the same thing, right?)I just can’t get Key West out of my mind. The beaches, the drinks, the laid back atmosphere, the sunshine, the bungalows and friendly faces…
And I could rent a private bungalow with beach access. Leave all the doors open and feel the sea breeze…
(Clothing would always be optional.)
Or going into downtown Key West is always an option. Sloppy Joe’s Bar and the Hog’s Breath Saloon. Maybe we could luck out and run into Jimmy Buffett and put on a group rendition of “Cheeseburger in Paradise.”
Oh how I want to go. I need it in my life. Lying on the beach with my wife, drinking fruity drinks and Coronas and watching the boys making fools of themselves on surfboards and bodyboards and burying Puck in the sand after he
passes outfalls asleep in the sun…
Reblogging this again because reasons.
Me showing you just how much I appreciate a good view.
The only thing I need you to give me is your smile.
And the only thing I’ll give you is a good time.
I do enjoy a good time. Do I get any sort of preview? Is there a trailer for this experience I’m about to have? So that I can prepare myself.