I know you all expect to hear tales of drink and debauchery (haha) but we are ladies that span four decades between us - so although the mind might be willing, the body often sends out warning signals. There is no age limit to tongue wagging though and we wore ours out. We talked, ate, swam (actually no swimming involved, just bobbing in the warm waters of the gulf). Some of us took daily naps while others wished they had. The beach beckoned early each morning. We breakfasted along the wharf and then trudged over to the beach where we tanned our bodies and bared our souls, sharing long kept secrets.
The food was wonderful and non-fattening, (You believe that don't you?) the drinks colorful and icy and the conversation always spicy.
Ella, Meredith and Terps were wonderful additions to our threesome of last year and we blended together like six peas in a pod. The four days went by all too soon. I think we ended with the theme Same Time Next Year although I'm not sure we could ever replicate what we enjoyed - it might be better or worse but it will never be the same.
A stingy collapsing fly swatter, decorated spatulas to make you think they won't hurt and a damn wooden paddle were among some of the gifts. I know spanking is the theme here but really - don't you think our guys already have enough implements in their arsenal. I loved the cocktail napkins, the beautifully photographed note cards - things that don't leave an impression except in the heart were wonderful. I've worn the bracelet every day since reminding me of the 'special time' not that I'm likely to forget anytime soon. The thought that went into each and every gift makes them even more appreciated (except for the hurtful things). Thank you one and all.
Some took some great pictures - I wasn't one of them but I can tell you we began each morning with breakfast at the Salt Cracker and ended each evening with a walk along the esplanade with a stop for ice cream before retiring to a rousing game of cards taught to us by our illustrious PK. She won, but then she made up the rules as she went along.
Four days flew by and Friday came all too soon but we have lasting memories and I have peeling skin because Jimmy Buffet's Margueritaville suncreen sucked.
See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.