I try never to post pictures that flaunt my skin's resemblance to chalk, but without this picture, you'll look at the pics of me at the end of our trip and think, "He's so pasty." Yeah. It sucks.
My brother may have gotten up every morning around 5:30 a.m. so that he could watch the sun rise over the ocean, but my vacation consisted of...
Sleep till 10:00 a.m. (or later if possible), have a large breakfast of Southern fried cooking, shove myself into my board shorts, apply a ton of spf, help carry our four tons of gear to the beach, sit under the umbrella, read, listen to my iPod, fall asleep, swim in the ocean, pee in the ocean, walk back to the room, vegetate, have a large dinner, vegetate some more, go to bed.
Rinse and repeat. That's how I roll.
In the middle of all of that, I took a ton of pictures...
Here's Mama in the ocean.
With her signature seashell visor and purple innertube. So cute.
And here's my brother Jeff on the beach. As requested. You're welcome.
And here's the three of us at our new favorite restaurant in Hilton Head - - One Hot Mama's!
We picked it strictly for the name.
We parked right beside the restaurant's van.
Check out the bottom right-hand corner.
I love this so hard.
Reminds me of a drag queen I saw once in Atlanta.
This is possibly the cutest picture of my mother and my brother that has ever been taken.
It's rather "Dancing with the Stars,"
but that makes sense since they OWNED the Apache Dance on this trip.
I love this picture of Mama. So peaceful. So happy.
I wish we could live there all year round.
Currently, the temperature in Chicago is nearly forty degress below what the temperature was in Hilton Head on the day I took this picture. Two weeks ago.
Anybody know of any jobs in the Hilton Head area for a bald, musical theatre loving, fanboy with a kinky sex drive and possibly a live-in mother?