Memorial Day was a total mess. I managed to inflict an epic hangover on myself for the ride home. There is nothing quite like your body reversing one of its major processes in an attempt to reject the poison you put in it. I don’t know how you bulimics do it. Two days later and my vocal chords are still wrecked. Worth it though.
San Destin on Memorial Day is basically spring break for adults. The boys and I were probably the youngest group on the beach, or at least the most obnoxious. When we first got the beach we were surrounded by families, and I thought it might be that way all day long... I needn’t have worried. The ones that stayed moved their impressionable youngsters out of earshot. Upstanding young gentlemen we may be, but nobody wants their kid next to the guys who came to the beach with more coolers than towels.
No sunburn!!! Two trips to the beach, eight days in the sun, a preposterous number of beers, and barely a red mark. I rock. That’s gotta be some sort of a record for an Irishman.
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