It was a Friday.
We had just driven over to Orange Beach AL to celebrate our anniversary. Frank had always wanted ride those jet skis things, oh, wave runners! That's it. So I brightly said, let's do it....
And we headed east to Orange Beach. In the rain.
But we figured the rain would stop. Eventually.
And eventually.....it did.
Orange Beach is nice. I guess. We really didn't see it. I paid extra dollars for the room that had a balcony looking our over the Gulf.We couldn't sit on it because of the rain.
There was a lull in the rain and we decided to check out the other end of the island.
There was a park you could walk out and sit on the rock jetty.
We kept saying to each other, I imagine it would be a beautiful sight if the sun were ever to shine.
That night we had dinner at a BBQ joint I can't remember the name of. I wanted to eat seafood, but he won.
Maybe if we had eaten seafood............
No, we never got to ride the wave runners.
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