I’ve written about him before; the Midwestern boy turned surf bum whose ode to his love of sun, fun, rum, and all things Buffett and Chesney speaks to the Castway in all of us. Hence, the Castaways. This rowdy, roguish, wild and wet crowd of sun worshipers and beach-bum aficionados know that the truth to heart and soul lies at the end of the horizon, sought by boat, enjoyed with a tall, cold one, where its always 5 o’clock here, and the music is best when played with friends. RumShopRyan is in the house.
Let the sun set and Castaway fun begin. Perhaps you’re land-locked or just cubically challenged, but whatever ales you, remember there are others in the same boat, charting a course for what lies over the ocean, and led by the sultan of surf himself.
My buddy, Ryan, let me join the club (like he had any choice!) and made me a more than honorary member with an official Castaway hat; too cool, he even sent the khaki I’d hoped for.
I’m oh-so protective of my beachy head gear, choosing wisely when I’ll wear it (gotta keep it in excellent condition for the future when I finally land on our forever-beach) but when I wear it, I do get looks, smiles and even a little nod.
Looking to show off your fun-in-the-sun-with-some-rum runnings? Then check out RumShopRyan’s site and join the Castaways – and show off you’re in the club with an official Castaway hat. Be cool, be the Dude or Dudette you are, and enjoy the fun as its meant to be…
The hat is soft, comfy and well made. Well worth the price (yes, as a product sample mine was free, but I would pay the price for such coolness) you’re going to look like you belong on Key West, the Bahamas or anywhere their chasing the sun and surf.
Turn on Kenny or Jimmy, slip off the flip flops and pull the brim down low…