My parents visited over Labor Day weekend.  That was awesome!  They like to go to the beach, which is good, since that’s how we roll here in ILM.

I had just started taking Standup Paddleboarding lessons (SUP) from John Beausang over at www.distressedmullet.com, and as I frequently do with new hobbies, became immediately obsessed and wanted to take the fam.  My Mom does, like, two Pilates classes EVERY SINGLE DAY.  I work out with a trainer, but I’m still kind of a fatty.  My husband doesn’t work out at all, and my Dad fell and hit his knee the day before we were supposed to go.

OH! And our “meet up” time was 6:30 am.  The morning after I invited 25 of my closest friends in Wilmington to a rockin’ party at San Juan Cafe, all booze courtesy of my fantastic father.  (We ate ALL of their food, used ALL of their glasses, drank ALL of their liquor, and pretty much ran through ALL of their sanity.)

So, here we are, bright and early on the Sunday of Labor Day:

Note to others: it is a LOT EASIER to convince people to do something they’re not real sure about when they aren’t FULLY AWAKE.

We embarked.  John brought his waterproof camera apparatus.  We didn’t make it very far, but we sure had fun!

I’m not sure if I’ll ever get my husband on a paddleboard again.

And, yes, I’m wearing a “fanny pack.”  It is actually a “water bottle holder,” and when it is 95 degrees out, you need a “water holder,” preferably one that gets the water closeish to your mouth, so you don’t have to bend over and potentially fall off to get it.

My Mom took to the SUP like a duck to water:

All in all, it was fun, even though my poor, dear husband couldn’t really walk the rest of the day.  (That’s what tequila at Tower 7 is for.)

*All pictures were taken by John Beausang.  The awesome fanny-pack water holder is also his.

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