The sea was calming. Surprisingly. It was supposed to be stormy this weekend, but you and your husband, Josh, found that it was surprisingly nice weather while you were killing time between shows.

So, you went on a boat.

I mean, it’s more of a yacht if you ask me, but it’s still a boat that floats around and has drinks and stuff like that. Nonetheless, your husband is having the time of his life.

He’s had multiple glasses of champagne and snacks, and he’s been wandering around like an excited puppy, staring at the water to see the fish and sharks and manta rays.

It’s honestly a miracle he hasn’t fallen face first into the water with his stumbly legs. He’s got land legs, you figured that out when you went on a cruise last year.

You’ve just been enjoying yourself, keeping an eye on your husband in his stupid little sailors hat, he ditched his shirt an hour or two ago, and it’s surprisingly peaceful.

It’s amazing that you get to tag along with Tyler and Josh while they perform. It’s hard to believe the man that looks like a Greek god, playing drums and sticking his tongue out at the camera during shows, is the golden retriever you married without hesitation.