it finally happened. after months of prodding, guilting, and possibly some crying, hubs finally relented and took me to the beach this weekend. and oh, what a weekend it was!
we made the 6 hour drive from atlanta to pensacola beach on thursday after work. here i am getting jazzed for the car ride, because typically 4 hours is my whiney limit. but i did okay this time! i wore this obnoxious shirt so hubs wouldn’t lose me in any alabama gas stations.
i continue to be horrified by hubs’s taste in car ride candy. i am a reese’s pieces girl myself.
we stayed at the holiday inn express, because all of the rooms have oceanfront balconies, and also hubs had enough points to make our 3 night stay completely free. free is my favorite.
my point-and-shoot camera died a slow, jerky death upon our arrival, so all of these pictures are iphone pictures, and possibly not of the best quality? that being said, here is the moon over the ocean!
we checked in at about 11:00 p.m. central time, and wanted to go out to get a celebratory beverage. the only place open was one of the top 5 sketchiest bars i have ever been to, called sandshaker lounge & package. emphasis on the “& package”. that should tell you everything you need to know.
hubs and i had a round of beer, and then when he went back for seconds, this happened:
hubs: what do you want to drink this time?
me: i’ll take another blue moon.
hubs: okay i’ll get you a bushwacker.
me: so, just to reiterate, i want a blue moon.
hubs: bushwacker it is!
(5 minutes later, hubs sets down my not-blue-moon)
hubs: i’m so sorry.
me: don’t apologize, you knew what i wanted.
hubs: no, i am REALLY SORRY about this drink. i think it’s the worst drink i’ve ever had.
me: well what does it taste like?
hubs: dishwater…dirty dishwater.
and you know what you guys? it totally did taste like dirty dishwater. and i drank hubs’s beer and he drank the bushwacker, and all was right with the world.
the next morning, we ate the free hotel breakfast (toast w/ peanut butter and banana slices, oh yes), and then did some shopping, mostly at circle K to stock up on beach suppiles. and by beach supplies, i mean booze. specifically, this booze. it hit the spot.
we spent most of friday beaching, beveraging, and have a damn good time. we rented one of those 2 person wooden beach chairs, and if you were situated just so, you could close your eyes and pretend like you were in maui instead. sort of.
then we did early bird dinner at pegleg pete’s which i neglected to photograph? probably because i was famished. we came back to the hotel and fell asleep on accident, and then woke up at 9:30 and scrambled to go back out, as adults do.
our hotel was less than a mile from all of the big restaurants on pensacola beach, but in between us and the food was jimmy buffett’s margaritaville hotel, which we may have walked to on more than one occasion for a real margarita. the hotel was nice! way nicer than i would’ve thought. if we go back, we would maybe stay here instead? tbd.
on our walk from margaritaville to second dinner at flounder’s late friday night, we stumbled upon this sign that totally made my night.
and then we went to flounder’s and had a diesel fuel, which is supposed to be lethal, and while it did taste good, it did not knock me on my ass, so i was slightly disappointed. but their chowder was delicious.
also, worth noting, i am not on drugs in this picture. the flash was bright and i was fighting the urge to give the stink-eye to the girl at the table behind us who kept squawking “HATERS!!” throughout dinner. i think she liked the diesel fuels?
on saturday we paid the $1.25 fee to walk to the end of the world’s longest pier* and watch about 200 shirtless men fish. it was okay.
this was taken from the end of the pier. the closer hotel is margaritaville, and the other one is our HIE, for reference.
we also partook in a few frozen drinks from bamboo willie’s, which is just like wet willie’s, but with redeemable bushwackers. and an electric lemonade that i didn’t totally hate.
and then we had more beach time, followed by more napping. my two favorite activities of all time.
we capped off our weekend with dinner at crabs! we got ’em. we ate some oysters and watched a hermit crab race, and had more delicious drinks. and then we were too tired from all the beach time to do anything else notable. so we were vegetables for the rest of the night.
on sunday morning we got up, regretfully packed our belongings, and headed back to atlanta on what would become a 6 hour rain-soaked car ride.
overall it was amazing to get away, even for just a short 2 days. it is always good to spend some quality time with each other and away from the hubbub of our daily lives. additionally, i may have tipsily told hubs he could buy a big green egg if he takes me to new york later this summer, so there may be more travel in our future yet. we will see!
*unverified and probably not true.