Last Day of Shenanigans

Early, early morning means only one thing- we're on a mission for food! C'on, we were talking breakfast plans the night before as we ordered dinner. Although I swear makeup was applied to go with the swimsuit & sun screen slathered skin look,  I just look like hot mess, a happy hot mess with mimosa in hand, but a hot mess none the less.

As we waited for our table we figured out how to be rebels with the no cursing signs. Genius struck and we worked on our sign when a waiter walked behind us asking if we'd want some of the crayons. Is it bad that I did? (This should be no surprise to you trivia folks!)

After a scrumptious breakfast we headed down to the already busy beach and I decided since I was there, I was going in. It was cold. Not "I'm going to go into shock when my blood stream starts turning to ice" but close. What did I do? Waded out further of course. By the time that we were gathering our items to head to our photo shoot, we were amazed with the hoards of people on the beach. Think March of the Penguins but then make it a sandy beach, turn the penguins into people, and throw lots of umbrellas in for color.

Photo shoot time, now that we've been coated in sand, salt water, and more sun. Looking like fools, we held up our @Z#!! sign (made without crayons) below the sign. A lady collecting donations laughed at us and said it was the most creative one she'd seen after her years of living in Virginia Beach- that's how we do things!

The afternoon is a blur of poolside reading, World Cup watching, and pedicures but that made getting directions to the tapas place all the more entertaining. We kept forgetting that places across the river showed up but on the walk back to the car (walking across the water wasn't an option nor was swimming despire the directions we were given). Then we had one more lightbulb moment when we realized that the ferry could take us over! Way more fun than driving, especially when the sun was beginning to set. It took us back to our adventures in Chicago last summer, although it wasn't pouring rain this time around.

Finally arriving at Still, our destination for tapas and something on tap we entered the dark quasi basement. Seriously, we kept finding mood lit restaurants for our "date nights."

 I think our hunger finally kicked in as we did our mini tour around the world with our tapas selection: fire roasted veggie quesadilla, chicken voodoo, seafood hot pot, crab cake, sweet potato fries. Now granted our beers were from Wisconsin or something but they were fabulous. I'll have to have Steph consult her notes of the day for the actual beer name but it was from Unibrew and a summery brew. I'm only a little sad that I won't be able to get it back in Italy but some of you can get a hold of it and I'm going to tell you all to try it. 

Our last photo shoot of the trip was in the streets of Olde Towne Portsmouth.

I had a frog to kiss.

Again, I'm blaming it on multiple recent viewings of The Princess and the Frog which was only further influenced by our dessert of (man catching) beignets the night before. Well, in the words of Superchic[k] some frogs will still be frogs and mine apparently fell into the category, but not before I could give him a piece of my mind. Yeah, he does look a little sleazy, right? I've already chatted with Steph about why she wasn't looking out for me...

Steph's photo shoot of the night was with the handicap accessible door opening button outside the Children's Museum.

As we were still laughing about the frog, we looked over and saw it. Within seconds we were unsuccessfully fighting back fits of laughter and getting the camera ready. Yes, it is hard to take a decent picture when you're laughing.

Over all it was great evening but it's all because of the company I was in. Steph, thank you so much for taking the time to drive down and spend some quality time with me this weekend. I'm still sad that we're probably a good 12+ months out from seeing each other again, but I think I have enough memories, pictures, and laughs from this weekend to get me to at least December.  I'm not sure how I feel about being adults and having to work all the time but if it gets really bad I already plan on brewing a cup of Oregon coffee and calling you on Skype. I mean, we need to start planning our next adventure- right?