Toes in the water. Ass in the sand.

As I mentioned in last week's post, I was really excited to go to Destin for a little getaway last weekend. I'd had a tough week and was ready to let off some steam. Our friends Bryan and Erin graciously invited us to come spend the weekend with them at Bryan's parents condo. We also got to hang out with two of their friends from Birmingham, Tiffany and David (who we lovingly referred to as "asshole" all weekend.) We drove 7.5 hours and got to the condo at midnight, but it was so worth it because I got to wake up to this:

Perfection.

I ate a quick bite of something unhealthy and made my way to the beach while everyone was waking up. I instantly got settled in with my book*...I planned on soaking up all the sun and relaxation I could possibly manage.

It wasn't long until the effects of our late night drinking game wore off and everyone was ready to play. Bryan, Ryan and Asshole played Yard Golf pretty much all day and developed quite the wagers for losing.

What was the consequence of being a weak golf-ball-thrower?

I'll let you guess.

That water was *ice* cold. As in "it-will-numb-your-toe-if-you-stick-it-in" cold. Needless to say, the same rules did not apply to the girl's games.

Soon our tummies were rumbling so we took a short walk on the beach to go grab some lunch.

Bryan & Erin: Aren't they cute?

And for lunch we came up on this gem:

I desperately searched for a t-shirt, but they didn't sell them. Which is a shame because I'm pretty sure they would be pretty popular among the men-folk.

All the boys

The lovely ladies.

Ryan's stylish hair-do.

Proof that this place exists.

Once we returned to our spot on the beach, Ryan got antsy and wanted to build something. So we handed him a shovel and told him to build us a castle.

Shortly after this photo I fell asleep on the beach. When I woke up, I was completely abandoned. They left me by myself out there with this guy:

Notice anything weird here? The guy's dressed head-to-toe in heavy, black clothing and carrying a lovely parasol.

No harm, no foul because then I saw this:

And then this:

And he was immediately forgiven. :)

The next day was pretty identical to the first, except with much more sunscreen and aloe vera. Which is to say it was absolutely perfect.

Sunday night Ryan and I went to his favorite restaurant, besides Restaurant Iris. Seriously, he talked about this place from the moment we left our driveway in Memphis.

And I must admit- it was pretty good. The bottle of wine I had definitely helped too! We packed our bags and headed home on Monday, but I felt completely relaxed, recharged and ready to tackle the week!

*If you have not read one of Jen Lancaster's books, stop whatever you are doing- including reading this blog- and go get Bitter Is the New Black. I promise you, you will l-o-v-e her. But please eventually come back to this post and finish it.