If the internet is good for anything, it’s for forcing your vacation photos upon the masses. Yay! Thanks, Al Gore! I’ve always wanted to see what the people I follow on Twitter look like in swimsuits! So…hairy!
Today I’m going to share with you my pictures from our trip to South Padre Island last weekend because, well, I really like them. (Who me? Self-indulgent? Never.) Even though we’ve lived in Texas for quite some time, we’ve never actually gone to South Padre before because of a) the Spring Break Idiots and b) the Jet-Ski Pirates and c) the fact that I couldn’t find it on a map. But that aside, we finally headed down there and it was really quite lovely.
Here’s the Gulf of Mexico from our hotel room:
(Note: All photos taken on my iPhone because I’m too lazy to carry our big camera and I like to play Words With Friends between shots.)
The beaches were surprisingly nice, although we found an inordinate amount of rubber gloves washed up on the shore. Which makes me wonder if the dolphins are giving each other medical exams when they’re not busy leaping playfully in the waves. (“OK, Flipper, now turn your head and cough. Hey, stop squeaking! Stop it! Uh-oh. Lump.”)
Here’s the bird sanctuary we visited:
And here’s one of its resident egrets who we watched choke down a fish faster than a Hollywood agent at a sushi bar:
Not for nothing, girlfriend, but you might need to slow your roll if people can see the outline of your food going down your throat.
Next, we all went on a boat. This was fun, but a little scary because the Captain’s name was “Darren.” And obviously Captains should be named something truly menacing like “Blackbeard” or “Knifeheart” or “Newt.” Also, he kind of looked like Danny Bonaduce and that concerned me because everyone knows Jet-Ski pirates have a legendary hatred of The Partridge Family. Trust me, I was glad I had the pen I stole from Denny’s in my pocket in case a high seas stabbing was necessary.
Some water shots:
Sam’s holding the puffy little guy that Danny Bonaduce caught in the boat’s net. I held him, too—for a heebie jeebie filled .5 seconds. Honestly, the dude looked ready to blow.
But this is my probably my favorite shot from the weekend:
No, I take that back. My favorite picture is actually from our hotel’s bar where we enjoyed a nightly microwave popcorn and cubed cheese Happy Hour with the rest of the senior citizen Snowbirds visiting from Minnesota and Wisconsin. (Ninety percent of the guests were named “Margie.”) Here’s the evening’s entertainment—and by “evening,” I mean 4 p.m. of course:
That’s Jack and Karrla from “Mixed Bag” who may or may not live in an RV. But they were truly fabulous, they sang sitting down and they happily took all of our requests—-“Hound Dog,” “Bad Bad Leroy Brown,” “Yellow Submarine,” “I Will Survive” and, as a special treat to me from my husband, “Copacabana.” (Karrla missed that performance because she was busy bussing tables, but Jack brought his own smooth Manilow magic to it.) If you’ve never seen a group of wintering farmers fast dance in knee braces to a spoken word version of “Jive Talkin’,” well, you’re truly missing out.
Anyway, my thanks to all of you for looking at my little vacation pictures. And if it goes well this time, maybe next time I’ll even include the hairy swimsuit ones.