Who was in here? A gangster?

I’ve been down here for 2 and a half days and today is the first day that my tan has come anywhere close to meeting my tan expectations. Hello? Isn’t the sun supposed to be much stronger down here? Right now we’re at simmer, I’d like to be somewhere near grill by at least tomorrow. Today we went to the beach, which to me is more like a paradise cove. Definitely not like the beaches I’m used to on the East coast of things. The gulf coast has white sands, barely any waves, and a pelican. If I had felt like moving at all, I would have taken a picture of it because it was huge and floating pretty close to the shore. But alas I was too lazy…

Vacations are for lazy, but I really wish I could muster up the energy to exercise a bit. One would have thought that Meredith and I would have already played tennis like 4 times, however somehow the tanning is a mighty distraction. It would most likely be a good idea for me to attempt some sort of motion, other than walking up the two flights of stairs to get to Meredith’s Dad’s apartment… especially since they eat like champs down here. Last night we went to Ruth Chris. Basically, if Burger King had made a quality fragrance that lived up to its billing, it would smell something like the inside of Ruth Chris steakhouse. Trust me, if I could bottle that and pour it all over someone… I would have done it already. Our waiter Mike was like a walking Ken doll. Well, not as attractive as Ken, but he had obviously gone to the same barber. One butter smothered petit filet later and I was in afterglow. Let’s not tell my trainer…