Bars, Oceans and Sun Burns

I went to Destin, FL over the weekend. Friday evening started out at Starbucks, then progressed to Bluepoint (a bar/restaurant thing), and then progressed even farther, to the beach. At 2am. In retrospect, swimming out into the Gulf in the middle of the night was probably not such a brilliant idea - even without factoring in the bar part of the equation. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I did manage to convince one slightly-sloshed member of our party not to try to swim out to the sand bar. Trying to swim in the ocean, in a straight line, with no point of reference is ... hard. I choose life.

Saturday started with helping out those who didn't drink enough water the previous night, and then acquiring a nice breakfast at Waffle House. Mmm. Then the rest of the day was spent on the beach. Drinking beer and watching the water was not my idea of fun, so, I went on a jog. The point I was trying to reach, visible off in the distance, was not the "one or two miles" I thought it to be; closer to four or five, I think. The few people who were left when I finally returned several hours later had been discussing my possible fates, and, of course, not doing a single thing about them; just lots of discussing. I was singularly focussed on drinking my remaining water when I returned, only to find out that someone else had already consumed it. Bastard.

And my shoulders are all burned.

Lots of fun, overall.