Do you have those kinds of friends who are always taking pictures of you and then posting them for everyone to see? I'm sure you do.
A few years ago on one such trip, Jason took a photo of me in the pool. He liked my hat or something. Can you imagine? I think I've had nightmares involving that exact scenario.
Anyway, thanks to the miracle of cropping, no one needs to be subjected to that horror.
(yeah, that's me in the bottom corner. alas)
Instead, you get to be treated to something much better:
I don't think Jason even noticed that he'd also gotten a photo of this guy. Umm...I did.
If I remember correctly, there was a heated discussion (ok, on my part) in the pool as to whether he was "that way" or not, within, oh, 10 feet of his feet. I'd had a few daiquiris, what the hell.
Anyway, he could have bathed his manly feet in any of the three pools there, thank you very much, why ours? A consensus was never quite reached on the matter. But the gal he was with was
really kinda ugly clearly not his girlfriend, if you know what I mean.
Anyway I figure the picture's a reminder that, oil slick or no oil slick, there's always something fun to do at the beach, right?