Well, It took several days and it was quite a struggle but we have finally conformed (succumbed) to the vibrant pulse of Panama City Beach...yawn, scratch. We're not dead...we're only sleeping.
The beach bed mattress man was late this morning, Whoa! What was that all about? Must have been something serious...but he looked the same when he finally showed up. He probably leads a double life or maybe he's a terrorist. Good thing we're staying on top of that. Y'all can rest easy 'cuz we got the mattress covered...
Now, today was the day when we planned to get wet -- we were going to enter the ocean. We walked across the beach and waded into the surf...up to our knees. It was sunny and 72 degrees but a little windy and they had that yellow flag up so we decided to be extra careful. But, the water was fairly warm so we did OK. There was no one else on the beach so I guess we were pretty brave to be out there under those conditions. We have seen folks walking around wearing coats.
We had lunch at Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville down the beach road by the mall...the one just across from the pier. The place is huge, like other restaurants in town, but the lunch crowd was about five tables. Of course, we had to wait to be seated and then the question was "sun or shade?" Damn, so many decisions. We found an acceptable place and then waited for our server to show up. She arrived and dragged a huge umbrella over so we were in the shade whether we wanted to be or not. Prices were high and things didn't look all that good but we finally got fish and chips and a beer. We asked if they had malt vinegar for the fish..."yes we do". We should have asked..."would you bring me some malt vinegar?" We finally got some and it was a big improvement on everything except the beer.
We stopped off at the Winn Dixie, our local wine merchant, on the way back home. We've taken a liking to Argentine Malbec. It's our one vice....that and nap time.
Supper was the nightly forage through the fridge and pantry. Not much more to report and this is wearing me out.
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