After a much needed eyebrow wax and some ice coffee, us chicas headed to the beach. The water was too cold to swim (too cold for us native Southerners, that is) so we just looked for shells. Michelle found the best one. Bitch.
You know, that was really all we could handle. We had to go home and rest up for supper. Michelle figured out how to turn our leftovers into alfredo. Leave it to her to maximize calories. It was good, though.
Have to leave tomorrow. Leave home to go home.
"I never felt like I left, though. If you've lived in a place and loved it, you never feel like you left it."
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Man I would have jumped in! Bruce and I sat oustside for happy hour and it was maybe 60F when we started and got colder.
SK
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