Nights out in Palm Beach were mostly spent, well, in. We’d get dressed up to go to a nice dinner, and come 10 p.m. we’d get hit by sun exhaustion and drag our old 23-year-old bodies into bed. We’re real exciting, I know.
We went to a few fave food joints and one night very nearly got dragged into a limbo contest (apparently, those still happen). Also, I’m now convinced: Florida is home to the fruitiest most delicious cocktails ever. I had something called a “No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem” and let me tell you…more than one of those and I would have lost my shirt…just kidding Mom (…I was wearing a dress…).