Very Pensacola, such beach

Today, Cas and I went down to a place on the beach that offered parasailing and jet ski rental. Yes and yes, we did both. Anne and Cas Sr. deposited us at a place that offered both, and we signed up for parasailing first. That's the thing where you are on a line between a parachute and a zippy fast boat. Count me in. It was as fun as it sounds. Here we were getting ready to go.

If I'm being honest, that's the best my hair has looked all day. 

After parasailing, we rented a pair of jet skis. I'd never ridden on a jet ski before, but I've had a class M license since I was 33, so I felt pretty qualified to operate a throttle, even if it was a lever to accelerate instead of a hand grip you twist. 

It was a pretty fantastic day. We finished up at the beach and rinsed down in non-salt water before heading across the street to a place called Shaggy's. That's where these happened: 

Inspired idea, if you ask me. When we got back to his dad's place, he clearly fought to stay awake. Then we both stopped fighting it. A serious nap was in order, and who am I to say no? 

After that, we headed out for a nice dinner before having some margaritas on the patio overlooking the beach. 

Cas and I sure know how to vacation.