Last night we hit up a seafood place called the Hurricane. The place is five stories high with a rooftop bar overlooking the ocean- absolutely beautiful! The bartender was cute and our waiter was a smokin hot Brazilian who is a stripper on the side. {We were thisclose to bringing him home with us for a little private show...Ha!} After that, we hit up a tiki bar on the beach. When the men learned we were from TN, all we heard was "Are you from Tennessee, cause you're the only ten I see!" The one thing we have decided about St. Pete's is that most of the men are really hot, but the women here aren't much competition. It works to our advantage. We're rockin the bikinis during the day and the tan lines, mini skirts, tube tops, and flip flops at night! Hell, we're just rockin! GOOD TIMES! ... And here's a pic of my girls drunk in the pool today. They'd probably die if they knew I was posting this but those bitches hid my phone and journal from me earlier today and deserve this shit! HA! :-)

This year's theme was "No Man is an Island in the Fight Against Cancer". Our tent site had giant flip-flops, surf boards and even a tiki bar! Our efforts help raise money for the American Cancer Society so we can put an end to this horrible disease.