The Beer Traveller

From Florida I than made my way to Gulf Shores, AL.  The state synonymous with wacky & irrational beer laws.  Things like dry counties, no beer sales on Sundays, & all brewed beer must be kept below 6% ABV.  What I can say is that Gulf Shores is miles ahead of Panama City Beach in regards to quality of beaches, restaurants, & people. 
I hit the beach for a couple of hours before looking for a place to camp.  I found a local state park & proceeded to pay $24 to set my tent up next to an alligator infested lake.   It was than off to find some beer & a spot on the beach.  Surprisingly I was able to find some non-bud & picked myself up a 6’er of Sierra Nevada’s Summerfest.  I emptied a couple in to my water bottle & it was off to the beach to watch the remaining surfers & remaining sun.  On my way home I decided to stop by one of the local establishments, which advertised live music, for a couple more brewskis  I ended up meeting 2 ‘Bama boys from northern AL.  In typical bama fashion there were stories of ‘ol ladies & guys named “booger”.  Before the night was up, I found myself dragged to the front of the house by the lead singer of this R&B/funk band.  He sat me down in a chair next to a beautiful blond & forced us to have a sing-off.  For those that know me, this was not pretty.  After a while, I knew my time was up & was looking forward to hittn’ the tent.
By this point I had some liquid courage built up & decided to seek out some gators.  Armed w/ a flashlight &….well nothing else now that I think of it, I started probing the shoreline to see if I could find anything.  Unsure if it was the beer googles or the fog, but I didn’t see shit.  What a disappointment! 
The next morning I was awoken by the hot Alabama sun & a 90 degree tent.  Just what everybody wants after a long night drinking.  Guess the good news is the gators didn’t get me.