Booing Gators and Other Things That Require An Extra Serving of Muscle Milk

We took the annual trip to Jeckyll to hang out at the Clark's beach house before heading to Jacksonville to cheer on our Dawgs. Who totally stunk this year, by the way. Not the Clark's...they are awesome. The Dawgs. In fact, they don't even deserve a capital "d". They're the (stinkin') dawgs this year.

We managed to work in a costume party. Thanks to some super sweet friends, I could pretend I was sweet, too (dressed as an M&M). Those who know me, especially that one girl on the sidewalk in Jacksonville, would not be fooled by the costume.
Much sweeter than me...

Even Santa came for the show!
Who knew he was so friendly with Papa John?
Or that Papa John was dating a cat?
And, these cute girls were there, too.
Teen Wolf stopped by. Frankly, I find the facial hair terrifying.
We made friends with the neighbors. Our costumes were that great. Please click and enlarge this picture and enjoy the beauty in all its glory. Is that guy drooling and wearing shooting glasses?
Other costumes were omitted due to their inappropriateness. Although, creativity ranked high.

At the game, it was hotter than bare feet on a blacktop in August. In fact, that would have probably felt like sweet relief. But, true fans come for the game and stay for the game...or at least stay until your team is losing by thirty or more points.


We stopped by Savannah on the way home!