Gulf Shores

This is us. For real.

This is us. For posed.

This is a group of three happy fishermen, one happy fisherwoman, and two wives with a massive amount of blackened and fried fish caught out of the deep blue sea that very day. Accompanied by hush puppies, corn fritters, cabbage, new potatoes, french fries, and fried okra. Shut up.

This is Jared and me under the tent trying to avoid the sun which burned our pasty white skin the two days prior. This is also me with a very drunk strange woman who decided to come talk too us and get way to close to me. She offered me an orange beverage out of a zip lock baggie with a straw coming out of the corner. Sucks that I can't drink. I bet it was some strong shit.

This is us at Desoto's right before I broke Jared's heart by ordering chicken while on vacation at the beach. He is a seafood kind of guy. I only ate two pieces of the fish we caught and he was ever so disappointed.

This is Karen and Jason. Karen is my mother-in-law and I like her.