About a Blogger Who Remembered How to Laugh

About a Blogger Who Remembered How to Laugh

Father’s Day on The Sea Pickle

Alright I’ll get right to the point with this post:  There’s a photo of me floating in a half-deflated camouflage raft on a sandbar while holding a Natty Light because we spent Father’s Day with Vince’s family and taaaaaaa daaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Yup. There it is.
Yup. There it is.

Other things happened that deserve documentation too though, so let me share.

We rented a pontoon boat named the “Sea Pickle” and set off for a sandbar by 10am off the coast of Crystal River, FL armed with a general idea of where the sandbar might be, a GPS for the boat, and two coolers full of beer.

Within 30 minutes we were lost and I was digging into the cooler to get beer for me and Vince’s mom.

This is what Vince Sr. and Vince Jr. look like when seeking water deeper than 3ft.
This is what Vince Sr. and Vince Jr. look like when seeking water deeper than 3ft.

While the guys tried in vain to figure out a) where the Sandyhook Sandbar was, b) how to get back into The Channel, and c) how to NOT wreck the boat’s motor by dragging it through rocks in 3ft deep water, the rest of us started singing “…three hour tour…” and drinking.

In case you’re wondering, I would be Mary Anne, Vince would DEF be The Professor, Joey would be Gilligan, and Vince’s parents would be the Millionaires – Inverness Edition.

Finally it occurred to our one non-family member in attendance, Bud, to check the Facebook fan page of the sand bar for the Long/Lat. Thank GOD for 4G wireless in the middle of a river, because we grabbed those coordinates, put them into the boat’s GPS, and safely arrived in time to party!

This guy *rocks* - YAY Bud!!
This guy *rocks* – YAY Bud!!
Fireball shots with Bud and Paula
Fireball shots with Bud and Paula
Joey in the SS FisherPrice while Vince's mom and I beached ourselves.
Joey in the SS FisherPrice while Vince’s mom and I beached ourselves.
My favorite Italian guys. Joey, Vince Sr., and Vince Jr.
My favorite Italian guys. Joey, Vince Sr., and Vince Jr.

There was beer, there were shots, there was music. I knew it was Father’s Day and thought about Daddy, showed off my tattoo to Vince’s parents, and when I heard them play The Beach Boys, I just KNEW my Dad was there with me. It was really a great day.

Afterward we grabbed a hotel in Crystal River to treat our sunburns – and we were SO effing burnt (I blame the camo raft) – and then we headed to a biker bar called High Octane to have dinner and drinks with Vince’s family. I would like to say we raged all night, but we honestly didn’t last too long. Vince and I were burnt to hell and back so we went back to our Holiday Inn suite that had TWO King Beds and sprawled out across one each, covered in lotion (I know you loved that visual)

The next day we took Vince’s fam to the OG in Inverness to celebrate Dad V.

<3 <3 <3

When Vince and I were signing our marriage license after the wedding, Vince Sr. was standing behind me and said “You have to call me Dad now.” I was so happy and loved that so much… my response was “That’s perfect because my Daddy will always be ‘Daddy’ so now I can have a ‘Dad’ AND a ‘Daddy!'”

But honestly, that just made it official. Dad has known me for 11 years – when I was just a wee thing in college, dating his son, to now. He’s been to my giant Thanksgiving Dinners and Christmas’s. He’s hung out with my Daddy and Uncles. He’s taken the time to get to know me, for real.

After I lost Daddy last year… there was a period of time when I couldn’t even be in the same room as Dad. I literally would break down into a panic attack. But Dad never minded – he just always looked at me with love and said “Heyyyyy sweetie!”

So to pay him back and celebrate his awesomeness, I got lost on a water vessel called The Sea Pickle and drank Natty Light in a camo raft. And for that guy? That awesome Dad that raised my favorite person on the planet? I’d do it again and again!



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