Finally. The Airport was a fiasco, but I’m here now.
I’m going to go check this place out. In the meantime, here is the view from my window:
80 degrees, overcast, and freakin’ awesome.
*Update*
I walked around the joint for awhile, it’s alright.
Main Entrance
It has it’s own private beach.
They stuck me way back in the private part near the harbor.
I’ll just have to make do.
Pupster 
Are you rubbing it in, or what?
Whats that honey? I’m sorry…I couldn’t hear you over the sounds of the ocean and the guitar guy at the cabana bar. You are gonna have to speak up a little.
Remember this basic rule: in a place like that with palm trees and everything, you can indulge in fruity rum drinks and YOU’RE NOT GAY!
Have fun, Pups.
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Thanks Michael.
I must say, having someone else buy all your drinks…it doesn’t suck.
Going to go jump in the pool now.
I slept in a drafty old army tent (although we did have a stove going) in a white-out Friday night. The scouts were in their snow caves.
Oh, and go to hell.
🙂
Wish my part of Florida looked like that.
PJM, you are not around Ft. Myers/Sanibel area are you?
Cause I would totally buy you and Pajama Daddy and all the little pajamas a soady pop if it could be arraigned.
I seem to remember you being around Jacksonville-ish?
Yep, Jacksonville it is. *sigh* Doesn’t look near as pretty as where you are. In fact I had to look a couple times to see if San Diego wasn’t where you were.
Now if you ever come up this way, we might even buy you a soda. 🙂
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