A few nights of hitting the hay at 9:30PM and I think I’ve finally recovered from a couple nights on the Emerald Coast.
On a seemingly tranquil beach, eight friends can certainly find ways to turn it up a notch, even if that notch is fueled by stiff citrus cocktails. The same eight folks took to a few nights out and crashed in a small, but charming two bedroom condo. Friends made good bed mates but better dance partners, and a recommendation to visit Atlantic Beach over Wrightsville any day.