Newfangled Blogger page...that's cool.

Well, I just got back from spending some quality time with my two favorite ladies in Cocoa Beach. Between the pot-smoking creepy guy on the trolley to the "farting" man at the airport, it was all in all a fantastic vacation. Here's a tip for any of you future Cocoa Beach goers: do NOT order drinks from the hotel bars/restaurants, at least not at the Holiday Inn. I will just say this: even KATE could not stomach the margarita she ordered at the restaurant...yes, I said KATE. Wow. I will give them props for trying to make drinks in a way that they probably assumed we could handle or would like. But man were they terrible. I don't think even Bob has made a worser drink than those folks did. And to me, that's saying a lot! Whew.

But we all got crispy and happy and intoxicated at some point during the trip, so that's cool. The beach was nice, the ocean was warm, the pool was fun. A nice time all around. And the best part? It actually happened! Kate and I especially appreciated that part!