I made a point to claim her during her first weekend around these parts. I was craving adventure, so on Saturday, Ryan and I decided to take her to the Strawberry Festival, an annual fair in a small town about 45 minutes outside of Tampa called Plant City. It was the first time for all three of us, and it just might be the last. Don't get me wrong, we had a great time - I got my hands on a caramel apple, we almost died on a semi-kiddie roller coaster, and we walked out with more strawberries than any three people could possibly consume. However, big crowds make me nervous and it was a huge crowd. Not to mention I saw two people tongue twisting in ways that I wouldn't do behind a dead-bolted locked door...just sayin'. Definitely a prime spot for people watching, though.
Sunday brought warm, sunny weather, which was exactly what the doctor ordered. We ventured to this perfect little beach bar just 10 minutes away from my apartment. It was my first time there, but it definitely won't be my last! We snagged a table in the shade, but there were lawn chairs lined up along the seawall right on the water, tiki bars, and picnic tables on a mini beach. The drinks were a little expensive, as beach bar drinks have a tendency to be, but the atmosphere made it so worth it. Maybe it's because it was 85 degrees outside, but it felt like summer officially arrived! It was also a solid reminder that the gym is my friend, and I should really start going to it again. Okay, great.
I'm ready for about three more mimosas, how aboutchu? Bring it awwwwnnnn, Friday! XO