there’s cold margaritas and hot senoritas
(or: april 30’s honey from the hive)
posted at 1:14 pm by brandon in sweet you rock and sweet you roll
Blake Shelton — “Some Beach”
(from Loaded: The Best of Blake Shelton
A is spending the majority of his week working on the balmy island of Bermuda, and while he will ostensibly be attending meetings and rubber-chicken dinners and accomplishing whatever job-related tasks fall into his path, I suspect his primary goal is to soak up all the sun, sand, and swaying palm fronds that his joy-filled heart can handle. (Most seriously, I’ve never met anyone who gets more excited than him at the prospect of laying naked eyes on an ocean. Any ocean. And as a water-phobe who can scarcely stomach the sight of a half-full bathtub, I find this personality quirk of his more than a little alarming!) To wit: within all of an hour of touching down on the island on Saturday, he texted me the picture below, with the following caption: “I think this is the prettiest beach I’ve ever been to!” (Glad you’re having fun, A! But get home safely, and get home soon. And, for Jesus’ sake, please don’t get stung by a jellyfish or something while you’re out there frolicking in the tide!)
