Island of Regrets

It's my favorite night of the year! It's the night we get right with God and stop all this Daylight Savings bull shit. The only plus to this farce is the extra hour of sleep we all get one night of the year. Unless you have to work past 2 am, in which case, you get an extra hour of work! Unlucky bastards. We've also put October, the coolest month, behind us, begrudgingly. November brings the beginning of winter, but also Thanksgiving. Turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberries, corn pudding, and stuffing. Dirty leaves and the dead ground. Fires in fireplaces. Smoke and cinders. Ashes ashes we all fall down.
I wish I felt like fixing this awful picture layout, but I got to work at 4am today and have no wits left about me. Forgive me my trespass. These pictures are from my last day off trip to St. Simon's and Jekyll Islands. Nice places. Surprisingly crowded from the Georgia Florida football game (sorry Georgia!). I enjoyed a great evening at the end of a pier at Jekyll Island, sitting at the minutest of raw bars watching the sun set, sailboats and shrimpers navigate the channel and eating oysters and shrimp. One of the shrimp boats docked and brought fresh catch up to the bar. How cool is that?! The waitress had a voice of an angel (some frisky table of golfers kept asking her to sing) with the looks to match. I don't know much about Jekyll, but is is relatively underdeveloped and thank God for that. It is an oasis in this era of the homogeneous faux bourgeoisie.