Friday night we drove down to my parents (which is half way to the beach) to sleep before we headed to Orange Beach on Saturday. So we woke up at the crack of dawn Saturday to head to meet some of Derek's jetski buddies for a day of riding. We started off at the beach, then they went to the boat ramp for a "little while" to do some riding in the bay.
Finally someone came and picked me up on a ski and took me back to the boat ramp where I was able to rehydrate and hang out with everyone. (Don't worry I wasn't really abandoned, I told them I didn't mind laying out alone).
Sunday we went to church with my family, where the choir/high school JROTC put on a good little skit about Memorial Day and it's true meaning. After church, I went to my little brother's baccalaureate service. Sadly, I'm not going to be able to make it to his graduation, so this was the second best thing.
Monday I actually worked half a day then met Derek at the river. This was the first trip on the river in the "big" boat this year, which is crazy, because last year we were on it every weekend starting in April.
We relaxed and cruised the river all afternoon soaking up the sun (not that I needed anymore), and even found a sunken boat. Which we contemplated towing back but thought better of it. It was the perfect wind down to an awesome weekend. I really kind wish three day weekends were an all the time thing.



































