(Of course we have to supply the beer).
The trip started out a little shaky. I couldn't find the bottoms to my bathing suit. After D found those, in a pile of winter clothes that I have yet to hang up from their last washing, we were off. We had a breakfast at Einsteins and then off to the beer store for 3.5 cases of beer. We figured that would last us until Tuesday or so (Kalamazoo Stout, Oberon, Stone IPA, Coal Porter, and Mojo). About 100 miles into the trip we stopped at a rest stop. It was inundated with old people who were moving so slowly, I almost wet my pants. After nearly running 2 women over (on foot), I finally got to my destination. Then back to the car. I walked the dogs while D took his turn. 5 people came up to ooh and aw over them. So we piled back into the car, and backed up. BOOM! Some idiot ran into us. We got out, I went to make sure the old man was ok. He said nothing. D said the bike rack broke. Everyone but the old man was making sure D and I were ok. I went back to help D make sure the bikes were ok. Old man got in his car and took off. So making sure the bikes were ok (they were), and cursing people (my favorite saying, I HATE PEOPLE! was said more than once), we put them back on the rack. Everyone was making sure we were ok. No one thought to get the man's license plate as they thought I had (I had never been hit before, and it all happened so fast). So one of the sitters on the rack broke, so we rigged the bikes up to one holder and prayed the next 250 miles.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, mostly how we hate people, what industry is in Eufala, AL, why does Phenix City, AL not have an "o" in its name...etc.
We got to the place, and unpacked the car (or should I say, D unpacked the car). We each had a beer, packed a cooler and took the girls to the beach. They had a blast. Came back and had some ribs and beer.Sunset first day
Guinness, clearly hving fun with her sister
Sunday was kind of slow. We ran 2 miles. I actually ran 1 mile in 12:30 (which is fast for me). D slowed down enough for me to keep up with him. Then we drove 30 miles into town to go to the grocery store. On the way home, we got some shrimp, Mudslides and White Russians and some more beer.
Then a nap, and then off to the beach with beer. Later in the day (sunset) we would get the girls and take them with us. Then we would come home, eat, drink and drink some more.
Tuesday we went on a 12+ mile bike ride. I still have no feeling in my hand and have determined I think it will always will be that way. So why not get on a bike. Then we went back to the nap, beach, beer, eat, beer, beach, beer, etc. We went back into town once more, because we needed more beer.
The ride back was not adventurous, thank god. We got home and went and got a slice of pizza and then off to the bar for more beer. We realized we hadn't had any Guinness in over a week!
Sunday was our anniversary, so we went for a 20 mile bike ride. I got about 18 miles before fuck became the only word in my vocabulary. But I did it. Then to the bike store, to get a refund on D's bike (it went on sale), new gloves (I lost 1), and to see if they could fix the bike rack. They are still waiting on Saris to call them back.
We were going to go to a nice restaurant for dinner, but the 2 we wanted to go to are both closed on Sundays and Mondays. So we went and got smoked meat at Fox Bros. Not incredibly romantic, but it suits us both well.