Spring Break Day 2

We woke up to Sun and 75 degrees. We headed out to spend the entire day on the beach. We had a plan: meet girls and do work.

We started off by tossing. A strong wind provided us with the chance to work on our throws in unfriendly conditions. After months of hibernation, the wind caused us some considerable trouble, but that’s why we practice even when we’re on vacation. In one of the more touching moments of our trip, Charlie and Jman taught Dave how to throw a football.

After a few hours of sun bathing, swimming, and sandwich eating, we organized a game of beer-in-hand whiffle ball. This allowed a few of our gimps to get in on the fun. The wind was blowing with the batter, making pitching a bit difficult. We played about five innings before we called it quits. We probably would have played longer if Miles had done work and convinced the Kansas State girls to play with us.

We started playing five hundred in the ocean. Our lay outs into the surf drew some spectators. After that, Dave and Miles began talking to a group of girls from Texas Tech. Dave was trying to explain how the game of Ultimate is played when the girls asked for a demonstration. Dave rounded up enough of the troops in an effort to impress the young ladies from the longhorn state. He even convinced a couple of the girls to play with us. Unfortunately, he wasn’t suave enough to convince them to party with us that night. I think he looked a little too desperate when he let them bury him in the sand. Oh Dave, when will you learn? If you bury the girl, she can’t get away.

After the beach, we went to a place on the gulf called Bahama Bob’s. I was excited when the menu offered alligator bites for appetizers. I was sorely disappointed. The restaurant atmosphere was dismal. The waitress acted like she had more important things to do. And the food was a heap of broken promises.

Around this time, the sunburn began to set in. Brad and Miles looked the worst by far. Water and Advil were the only drugs most of us were doing that night. We attempted a power hour, but the lack of shot glasses and enthusiasm (except for Joel, that kid is crazy) made for a rather lack luster evening.