  i'm back from my vacation, and like the real grown-up that i am (i think hanging around grown-ups all weekend might of rubbed off on me) i have already unpacked my suitcase (something of which would typically of taken me weeks as i pick thru it on an as need basis), went to the grocery store to stock back up (normally i would of improvised with brown rice and canned green beans or something), and got a good night sleep (usually it is hard for me to get out of vacation/party mode).
i checked my bank statement this morning and the charge from the hotel read "sea isle condoms" (appropriate). oh, another funny read. the sugar free snackwell cookies i took on the trip read "consuming too many will act as a laxative. " the trip was perfection. i'm not going to go into too many details to protect the innocent, but it rocked.
every moment of it. we ate some AMAZING seafood (and we ate at the yummy black's barbecue in lockhart on the way home to stray as far from seafood as possible). we laid motionlessly in the sand for hours on end. we drank cocktails starting at 10 am. we rented a buggy and drove around the town and the beach (but ended up at a pool hall about 45 minutes into our two hour rental...go figure).
i met locals, including harry and dave. locals are a trip, and if you ever make it out to port aransas you have to meet as many locals as possible (and there is a strangely large lesbian population there?). my suggestion, get yourself a reputation and a roll up straw beach mat while you're there. port a comes highly recommended by me....great food, great people, great eclectic vibe. best beach city in texas. blah, i want to eat mushrooms and lay on the beach all day today. 
