In the meantime, you'll have to tide yourself over with this little tidbit from our first night of vacation:
Brandy and I decided to leave the family gathering to go check out the pool situation for the next day. Little did we know the pool bar would actually be open (at least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it). We walked up, placed our orders... and got carded. Oh. Ha ha. Cute bartender trying to make the old ladies feel good about themselves. No really. No really?! After a completely failed attempt to use my crows' feet as identification and Brandy demanding, "January 26, 1972!", we walked away with our heads hung like the most dejected, busted 20-year olds you have ever seen. But, we've never been girls who give up very easily. So, we quickly found a bar inside (clearly, it was one with better lighting) and got what we were after! We debated going back to the pool bartender and having our Pretty Woman moment, "Remember us? You wouldn't serve us? Big mistake. Huge!" But, we took the high road. We're so mature.
It was twilight as we headed back to join the rest of the family and we saw something on the sidewalk in front of us. As we got closer, we realized it was a snake slowly slithering its way across our path. It was at this point that Brandy said, "Geez. We get carded. We see a snake. I mean this is like a blog post all its own." We wondered if maybe we were dreaming, the night was taking such a surreal turn. But, we looked down, and we were not, indeed, naked so we felt like it all must really be happening.
So there, you go. That was our first night of vacation. And, that story has nothing on "The Attack of the Territorial Horsefly".