The Arrival of Vacation Kev

See this guy.....

His name is Kev. He loves the Karate Kid, Cheesy Chex Mix, plants, and drinking milk out of a glass. Not to be confused with a plastic cup. Which I did once and the outcome was not pretty.

I met this great guy on a blustery stormy snowy rainy night in 1991. He was a stranger who saved me from my hairdo by removing the Aqua Net hairspray from my hand and slowly talked down my bangs with soothing words.

Then he taught me how to make a pizza.

The rest is history.........

He is calm, reserved, quiet, focused, and sleepy.

Together we are like a mullet. He is "business in the front" and I am "party in the back". We balance each other out. We make sense. We were meant for each other.

And then we went to the beach.

And a new Kev emerged. A Kev that no one had ever experienced. Except for me.

And all was right with the world. Because everyone got to experience why I love this guy so much. He makes me laugh. We have so much fun together. We have the same sense of humor. He grills a delicious steak.

He finally let his guard down....

He became the life of the party.....


He made every one feel at ease (even when they were wearing matching shirts).....

He embraced his nationality....

And even swapped swimsuits with our niece.....

Wait.... WHAT?

My friends... I'm hear to tell you that things did get out of control. A little. Like the game of "swapping swimsuits at sea". Fortunately, I wear so many clothes when I swim that no one wanted to swap with me.

Besides the fact that Kev is so fit that he can wear a 13 year old girl's swim shorts..... I think we scarred some vacationers for life. Not to mention that we have been officially banned from Pawley's Island.

It was worth it, though.... for every one to meet Vacation Kev.