Florida Spring Break

I awoke in the morning a new man, and I was able to put last night's Brewers debacle behind me because I was on vacation. Nothing says vacation better than a nutrition filled breakfast of toast and beer. As Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffett say - it's 5 o'clock somewhere. Since I never allow time to dictate when or where I drink, I stood in the kitchen and downed my beer with no regrets. In your face time.

My Dad has these lowrider chairs that allow you to sit as close to the sand without getting it up your crack. Since I am larger than life, you can't see the chair underneath my posterior. But just like God and the Holy Trinity, you just have to believe without actually seeing. Did I just compare a chair underneath my rump to God? Yes, I did.

This place calls itself The Original Bizzarro Famous New York Pizza, but since I'm, not one of those smart detectives who can figure out complex clues, I had no choice but to believe them. I've tasted real New York Pizza when I was in New York City, and this stuff was as close to the real thing as possible. I was pleasantly surprised by this joint, and would most likely go back again.

It was a tad bit overcast, but I honestly couldn't care less because my other alternative was sitting in my cubicle inside of a building on the North side of Milwaukee, which is what I would have been doing right now if I was home. With that dreary thought in mind, I enjoyed every single moment of freedom in nature's playground.

When Jenny went down to Florida to visit our Dad, she took a picture of her feet in the surf on her phone and sent it to me. It's kind of an inside joke, because when the camera is in her hands, she takes pictures of feet. I tried so hard to take a picture of my feet and send it to her, but it took me a half hour to get a good picture. I don't know how she does it. She's got mad skillz.

Today was a grand ol' day, and every grand ol' day is a good day to go to the beach. Hell, even a shitty day is a good day to go to the beach. Why? Because the beach is better than any other place that you can go to. There's hot chicks in swimsuits, sun, sand, water, and local eateries, like this New York style pizza joint that we ate at. I got pizza with sausage and green peppers, and it was delicious.

My Dad is one of the few people that I know who would wear that Paulding Light T-shirt. I hate to poke fun at it, but why would you wear a T-shirt celebrating a mystic ghost light that shows itself every night in Upper Michigan? He got it in the late 90's, so there's a possibility that it is worn enough that it has that retro soft cotton feel. I'll chose that reason, because for whatever reasons it helps me sleep at night. But do you know what doesn't help me sleep at night? The fact that there are blue flagged man-o-wars that populate these waters. Now that's some scary stuff brother. I know I'm supposed to swim at my own risk, but man-o-wars? Yikes.