After a little roaming around in the dark and taking ways we didn't know existed, our car finally got to the beach. Our car offically became "hell if I know" (excuse the cursing). Each time we received a call from the other (much more organized) group of gals this was our honest answer as to our where abouts. We were glad to finally roll into the salty smelling air and gentle breezes of Rosemary beach (6 hours later and NO thanks to google maps)...and the fun continued through-out the weekend.
My soul sister who happened to be a mile or two away. There are too many reasons as to why I love her so.
Before the storm blew in. It was quite a sight running to the car after the bottom fell out, in fact hilarious.
Screams and laughter (and more screams) and clothes plastered to us. For by-standers, I am sure we were very amusing...or annoying.