A couple weeks in Panama City Beach with one goal: do absolutely nothing, and we crushed it. Just five beach bums soaking up the sun, eating our weight in seafood, and perfecting the art of the lazy vacation. Then, plot twist: my parents showed up, turning the beachside lounge-fest into a full-blown family reunion. Zero plans. Maximum tan. Occasional margaritas. The sunscreen ran low, the vibes stayed high.
Moto-Misel 