We woke up early and hit the road at 8:30am. We had the Jimmy Buffett channel on the Serius radio (even though they rarely play Buffett) our coolers packed, our sun shades on and we were ready! We talked and laughed and talked and once we got to Meridian we hit Hwy 45 and drove and drove....and then things seemed different. Where were we? I pulled over to ask a nice man at a car wash "Where is Gulf Shores?" He said, "Umm, that's far." "Well, where are we - on this map?" He said, "Sweetheart you are in Laurel." WHAT? Good Lawd we went south instead of southeast for a long ways. Great! I think my pride was a little wounded because I consider myself to be a good map / navigation person, as is JJ. So we got back on track - had set ourselves back like an hour, but no biggie we left in ample time since the gates didn't open until 3:00 anyway. So, we are driving and talking and laughing with our sun shades on and we are finally getting close! YAY! Then I realize we should exit because again, something isn't right. I exit, pull into a gas station and ask a nice young man, "Did I pass the exit for Gulf Shores?" He said, "Gulf Shores, Alabama?" I looked at JJ then looked at him and said, "Yes, Gulf Shores Alabama - - where are we?" He said, "Oh, you are in Florida." My hands dropped the map in disgust and confusion and my pride was crushed, again. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? "I'm just a few exits away, right?" I asked. He said, "Well, I guess -- it's about 30 miles." Again! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
JJ and I got back on the road, cracking up! Twice, really? We got off track twice? Killin' me. We passed the Florida / Alabama state line. How did we miss that the first time? Geez. Finally we found the appropriate exit because we made a special point to pay special attention. We were up for a road trip right? Well we sure got one! I told JJ that we came to Gulf Shores via Iowa. But we got there!
Here is me settled...
We dug a recliner into the sand.
See how I'm able to sit up and lean back?
People watching was part of the fun too. I never knew so many people bought size small clothes when they really need a medium or a large. (I can hear my mom in my head, now Rachel, stop talking about people, it's not polite.) I'm sure you've heard the saying, if you don't have anything nice to say...come sit next to me. Well I fell into that category that day. It was a sight. Bikinis and rolled down unbottoned daisy dukes. I guess that never goes out of style? What do I know, I claim not to be a fashionista. I have pictures, but I won't post them for fear they are your relatives.
Even this cutie patootie little girl that I wanted to keep in my pocket had it going on.
Man it was a fabulous day. JJ and I both hope we are half as cool as these moms in 17 years.