Crawl

So next week we fly to Jacksonville Florida (possible slogan: We have cheap airfare and rental cars because no one wants to stay here!) and begin a nearly two week long vacation across the state to visit six separate families/individuals (all of whom we are related to) and attend a wedding in Key West! I. Am. So. Excited!!!!! On the to do list thus far:

-eat as many cuban sandwiches as possible
-drink many delicious beverages
-have the best time visiting with people we adore but rarely get to see
-go to the beach
-watch at least one sunset
-visit the Hemingway House
-buy a bag of assorted citrus to snack upon while driving every which way across the state
-don't get sunburned
-have an alcoholic beverage together somewhere while looking at the ocean
-eat loads of delicious seafood
-pat a many-toed Hemingway and pretend it wants to be my best friend
-drink cafe con leche as much as possible
-find a sharks tooth
-relish getting to spend every moment of every day together for days on end (my Bunny travels so much for work that we really have this "absence makes the heart grow fonder" thing freaking MASTERED and we love getting to putter around together doing nothing and just enjoying each others company as it happens not nearly as much as we would like)
-find a sea critter (crab, snail, starfish, whatever, I just love seeing them!)
-go to either the botanical gardens or some museum or old fort in Jacksonville

Also: don't die on Pub/Bar crawl. For part of the bachelorette party (the part I will have arrived in time to attend) there is a pub crawl. I'm sort of a lightweight and I am for sure super lame because after two drinks (no matter the time frame of consumption) I just want to go to bed. Additionally, I fear there may be fake male parts involved somehow and that is NOT my jam. We won't get into it, but I just don't jive like that. So, if you're in Key West next Friday, and you're enjoying a libation or two, and you see a group of ladies walk in festooned with penises followed shortly thereafter by a girl in glasses yawning and looking uncomfortable  . . . that will be me! Please wipe the drool off of my chin if I fall asleep on a barstool.
The picture below is exactly how I hope I do not end up next Friday night.