This is an actual view from my “bed” a few years ago when I was visiting Bald Head Island with the douchebags. This is a sunrise if I remember correctly and this picture doesn’t do it justice. Every night I would stumble out onto the lower deck from the beach house with three things – my cocktail, a down comforter and my iPod. This is where I
passed out slept. I can’t describe the peace of sleeping and swaying in a hammock breathing in the salty ocean air, nightly. It was one of the highlights of my entire vacation. Opening your eyes to pastel clouds and the gentle incoming tide is not such a bad way to start your day, let me tell ya.
Of course, a Bloody Mary doesn’t hurt either.
The gals weren’t worried about my getting kidnapped. Their rationale was that if anyone did actually abduct me, I’d be returned before breakfast.