This is where it all gets a little fuzzy. Was it Monday or Tuesday that I went to bed at midnight and woke up around 11 in the morning? What day did we go to Uncle Bubba's Oyster House? It was the same day we went to Olde Savannah, but what day was it?
I really, truly fucking love vacations. I love the staying up late (and not staying up late so I could finish folding laundry or websurfing), I love the getting up egregiously late (I did the whole sleeping until 9 AM or later thing at least twice).
So for the sake of argument, let's just say that Monday was the day I did all of the above. I remember eating seafood au gratin at a seafood restaurant in Old Savannah and then being miserably full all the way back to the beach house, and inwardly cringing when BIL said "Hey, let's go to Uncle Bubba's tonight!"