Our second day in Florida involved a lot of driving, a bit of swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, and a stop to see some gators.
Our guide was a nutball who had a bizarre way of talking that we all fell in love with. For example, Jamie DID touch this baby gator. This gator WILL one day grow up to be a big. You WILL be afraid of that big gator. Or something along those lines.
We loved the statue guarding the Cape Coral Shopping Center. And then the trouble started. Jager shots! May the dancing commence. Only on vacation. More dancing. This time in front of the laundromat. What? And then the real hijinks began. Nothing to see here. Move along. The rest of the night is mercifully censored in this space.
Last month, Jim, Marc, Jamie and I took a mini baseball trip to Florida to see some spring training games and catch some rays. I had never been to spring training before so I was pretty excited. And it was nice to get out of a gray and drizzly New York for a few days.
First stop off the plane: The dog track! Vacation Jim! I was determined to make up for my ill fated decision the last time I was at a dog track. This time I was going to win! Unfortunately, that did not happen. Marc did some research on the dogs while Jamie placed his bets. Just my luck - I bet on the guy in last place. Jim was happy. He won 27 bucks! After the races, we headed to Hooter's. It was my first time. And guess what - the wings sucked. There's a great photo of Jim at Hooter's that I'm sure will surface at some point.
For details about the game we went to later in the night, check here.
And then it was drinking time. Marc was a social networking king on this night.