Depression has set in after returning from Florida. I miss it. Plain and simple.I didn't have to worry about anything, which is a very nice change. I've learned to appreciate and understand the concept of "vacation" after being in college for a little while. I had absolutely on worries while I was in Florida (well the only one was that I was afraid that I would sleep in too late and miss the good sunlight). I managed to work in some good quality tanning hours under the sun. Enough to get rid of the nerdy pale skin that I've managed to acquire while being couped up in my dorm. I actually wound up buying some tanning lotion (that included absolutely zero sun block). The lotion was basically butter in a spray bottle. I felt like a thanksgiving turkey roasting in the oven while I was laying out on the beach. But I guess it worked out though, cause I am a shade darker, at least dark enough to last until the summer.
The trip was a blast. Way too much fun, I can't even remember everything. Hunts Oyster Bar I think was the highlight of the trip. They seriously put something in those oysters. I don't even know how to describe it. Zack's dad was acting like he was drunk or something, asking the waitress's if they had ever been to Savannah (hahah, I'm laughing my butt of just typing this). And then there was Conger and his huge Shrimp that meow at you. God, I had so much fun there. Oh and Tan Fannies gentlemen's club across the street, what a perfect name for a strip club on the beach right?
I'll probably remember a lot more that I want to write about later, but I'm tired right now, so I'm going to bed.
