Today we woke up, gathered 11 out of 16 of the crew, and went to Huey's for, as Grant put it, bein-YAYs. After breakfast, six of us headed for the Tybee Island, a beach about 20 minutes from Savannah. As soon as we arrived at the beach, Dan, Tracey, Patti, Grant, Randy/Dave/Ghost, and I saw several dolphins. They were swimming about twenty yards out, diving and jumping a little. It was awesome.
We sat on a blanket and talked most of the day, playing the new drinking game known as "football." This game was inspired by a hapless trio of teenagers who were throwing a football around, but neglecting to catch it. One of them was covered in red splotches where the ball had hit his chest and bounced off. So whenever one of them caught the ball, dropped the ball, or whenever we were bored, we drank to football.
We then went for a delicious lunch of crab stew, shrimp quesadillas, and grouper. Then back to the hotel to gather the troops and hit the town.