I started the weekend off by picking up my awesome cousin, Alex, from the airport on Thursday morning and grabbing Erin and we headed straight to the Bubbles & Blues luncheon at Crabs on the beach for lunch and mimosas with the wives of the Blue Angel pilots. We were 'ladies who lunched' this Thursday afternoon, socializing with the woman of Pensacola Beach and Gulf Breeze and getting the 'sneak preview' of the Blue Angels weekend show.
At the Luncheon
View of Pensacola Beach before the show started on Thursday
We finished up our lunch and mimosas that were being pushed on us (which we loved) and headed home to shower and get ready for the next party.
Thursday night we headed over to Beach Club for dinner and drinks with my Mama and friends. She made us some delicious ribs, boston butts, and her famous brisket. It was all delicious. We had a great time catching up with friends and family and we even got to see our long lost friend, Robert Davis, who joined us all the way from Manila in the Phillipeans.
The bad boys and the Mamas
Liza and I being goofy
Me, Bryan, and Mom
After a great dinner and visit with the family, the young kids made it out to the bars. We headed to the Islander to dance upstairs with the band.
The gang at the Islander
Me, Kimmie and Erin upstairs at Islander
The Blues fly at 2pm, so we watched the show and hung out a bit; then headed back to my Dad's to shower and change clothes before Friday night's festivities. It's been the tradition for the last few years to have Dr. Breeze (a one man band), to come play on the back deck on Friday evenings. So, we had a party at the house that continued the drinking games, a giant size game of Jenga, and a little dancing.
The gang at the Islander
Me, Kimmie and Erin upstairs at Islander
We spent Friday all day out on the boat in the sabine at the sandbar watching the Blue Angels fly again before the main show on Saturday. It was the standard day at Blue Angels of drinking, eating chicken wings, floating on rafts and playing flip cup in the water.
Matt and Bryan floating (take notice that water is not very clean looking)
Matt and Bryan floating (take notice that water is not very clean looking)
The Blues fly at 2pm, so we watched the show and hung out a bit; then headed back to my Dad's to shower and change clothes before Friday night's festivities. It's been the tradition for the last few years to have Dr. Breeze (a one man band), to come play on the back deck on Friday evenings. So, we had a party at the house that continued the drinking games, a giant size game of Jenga, and a little dancing.
Matt playing Red Neck Jenga & Dr. Breeze on the Guitar
Relaxing, playing Jenga, and listening to some Buffet by Dr. Breeze
As it gets a little later in the evening...
Liza with a defeated Bryan Adams and Kyle and then Liza and Scottie
After the party, we took it to the bars...this time we headed to the Shaker.
Liza with a defeated Bryan Adams and Kyle and then Liza and Scottie
After the party, we took it to the bars...this time we headed to the Shaker.
Saturday, we still managed to get up and moving at an early hour after a long night at the shaker; packed our things and loaded up on the boat once again to head to the sabine for another showing of the Blue Angels.
The boats all lined up in the Sabine for Saturday's Show
Alex, Erin and Kimmie relaxing on the float
Loading Dad's Pontoon boat with about 20+ people
The boats all lined up in the Sabine for Saturday's Show
The party in the Sabine
Alex, Erin and Kimmie relaxing on the float
Matt and I's self portrait
I hope you can all see now, why this weekend is the best weekend that Pensacola Beach has to offer. It is the quintessential summer weekend. I absolutely love it.
But, remember how I said I came home a little beat up? Well, Sunday morning when I wake up after 3 full days in the sun watching the Blues fly; I have a huge swollen bottom lip. I wish I had a photo of it. It hurt so bad. It was blistered and so dry. I didn't wear a hat all weekend, so that may have had something to do with it. I think I came home with a little bit of sun poisoning to be honest. Then, if that wasn't bad enough; I get home and get a stye in my eye. I see it starting to come and think it is just going to heal itself, but it keeps getting worse and worse. I hate to admit it, but I feel I have to blame this on the nasty sabine water filled with a bunch of drunks urinating every few seconds. It kills me to say that, because there is no place better to watch the amazing blue angel show.
I also hate to admit this. My brother, Brandon, said to my cousin and I on the phone Thursday before the blues; "Alex and Annie, Two things: Don't drink too much and stay out of the sabine water."
Well, of course, I wasn't going to listen to him. Those are the two best things to do over that weekend. But, I suppose if I had listened, I would not have ended up looking like this:
My wounds are still only minor compared to my brother, Bryan, getting his arm broken by my boyfriend last year arm wrestling on the Friday of Blues weekend. At least, I got to see the shows and didn't have to be rushed to the hospital. I'd say things are still looking pretty good and I'm almost fully recovered. Cheers to another great weekend full of boats, blues, and booze.
But, remember how I said I came home a little beat up? Well, Sunday morning when I wake up after 3 full days in the sun watching the Blues fly; I have a huge swollen bottom lip. I wish I had a photo of it. It hurt so bad. It was blistered and so dry. I didn't wear a hat all weekend, so that may have had something to do with it. I think I came home with a little bit of sun poisoning to be honest. Then, if that wasn't bad enough; I get home and get a stye in my eye. I see it starting to come and think it is just going to heal itself, but it keeps getting worse and worse. I hate to admit it, but I feel I have to blame this on the nasty sabine water filled with a bunch of drunks urinating every few seconds. It kills me to say that, because there is no place better to watch the amazing blue angel show.
I also hate to admit this. My brother, Brandon, said to my cousin and I on the phone Thursday before the blues; "Alex and Annie, Two things: Don't drink too much and stay out of the sabine water."
Well, of course, I wasn't going to listen to him. Those are the two best things to do over that weekend. But, I suppose if I had listened, I would not have ended up looking like this:
This is 7 days later as it is starting to heal.
My wounds are still only minor compared to my brother, Bryan, getting his arm broken by my boyfriend last year arm wrestling on the Friday of Blues weekend. At least, I got to see the shows and didn't have to be rushed to the hospital. I'd say things are still looking pretty good and I'm almost fully recovered. Cheers to another great weekend full of boats, blues, and booze.
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