Best Times End in Tan Lines

The best times end in tan lines. Unless you are Wes and you leave with sunburned feet. Every. Time. We wrapped up our week at the beach hanging out in the sand 

and eating a late, late lunch at the Meltdown. 

We all agree 30A was beautiful and the weather was perfect all week, but the bicycle gangs and crowds of teens ruined the atmosphere for me. I asked Keagan if he would want to return next spring break, and he said, “It doesn’t feel like vacation unless we leave the country.” 😂 He’s bougie and doesn’t know it.