I know I left you in rapt anticipation of reports on the rest of my weekend (which, of course, I’ve deluded myself into thinking you actually care about, mwahaha) so let’s get to it!
After the beach happened on Sunday (since every day started off with the beach, duh!) we went a-mini-golfin’. This was not just your average, everday putt-putt though…
This was PIRATE mini-golf!
I was purple, natch.
I was also terrible at mini-golf, natch.
At least I had fun trying!
I’m pretty sure that losing at mini-golf is not the thing that will set me over the edge anyway. Besides, I knew I’d be able to drown my sorrows at the Boardwalk afterwards anyway!
Drown my sorrows in ice cream, that is! Dumser’s is amazing.
As you can see, I basically made love to my soft serve orange and vanilla swirl.
You’re welcome for that.
Monday morning ended with more time on the beach, my back getting wrecked by the sun (worth it!) and a long, lazy drive home — complete with a Cracker Barrel pit stop. All in all, a fabulous weekend.
Now when’s the next beach trip? 😉