and just where the hell have you been?

florida.

and why didn't you say anything to me?

i'm sorry, blog. but we just up and decided to go on monday morning.

you're trying to tell me you just up and drove 24 hours to florida for a day trip?

well, technically it was 22 hours...

are you insane?

well, technically, no. me, steve and irish had originally planned to go see some breweries in new england. then the irishdog called one up and the number was disconnected. so we were like, "what the fuck?" and i was like, "i've never been to florida." and he was like, "whatever." and i was like "this is my united states of whatever." so we went. and picked up jeremy on the way.

but you still only stayed there for like 12 hours?

well, technically, 9 hours. but we did pretty much everything st augustine has to offer. the most gorgeous beach at anastasia sate park. 85 and sunny, my friends. 85 and sunny. a1a ale works for lunch and some brews. wandering town for a while. san sebastian winery which just kind of showed up while looking for the ale works sheltered us during the intense thunderstorm. then back to the brewpub and then back to the north.

are you insane?

i got to go to florida on my weekend. irish went to the south and ate at a wafflehouse and had a krispy kreme. we all ate at hardee's. couture ended up getting his job while we were down there, so what better way to celebrate but being in florida? jeremy needed to hang out with us for a couple days and we needed him.

was it worth it?

oh yes. i want to go back there to vacation. except for a bit longer. say, 3 or 4 days. the only thing i would have changed was having a cd player or some tapes. listening to the radio through 10 states means you listen to a lot of foreigner.

how much foreigner?

let's just say, too much foreigner.

i'll let you get away with it this time. next time let me know when you're just going to up and leave. i was worried. i need you in my life

i know, blog. i know. i need you, too.