As some of you may know from my previous post, I just recently got back from 7 days of paradise in Destin, Florida. It’s true what you’ve heard and read: the sands are sugar and the waters are warm and painted with emeralds. It truly is a fantastic place to vacation and to bring all 15 of your family members, including little babies and nieces, isn’t vacation suicide in Destin. There’s something to do for everyone.

Now, it’s no secret to my family that I’m the technical one. I love the internet, social networking, gadgets and thanks to December 31st, 2007, I’m a true Apple Addict since purchasing my first Macbook. I brought all of my tech-goodness on this trip. After all, I own a blog, I produce the Moxie Mo Show and I must be connected to all my friends across the globe via Twitter and Plurk. So yes, I was prepared to have a wonderful, relaxing vacation all the while being totally connected to my technological “geekness” and internet addictions.

So why didn’t I think to check if the condo “next to the beach” which we rented was internet connected? Why? If I only I would have thought this out, I could have even bought a USB powered wifi card through my own cellular carrier, plugged it into my Mac and voila, I’m connected! But no, I went to Florida thinking “it’s 2008, all places have wifi or an internet connection.”

Drum roll please… my iPhone came to me as if to say “Jeff, no worries, friend. I may be a year old and I’m not 3G, but I sure know how to connect you to the world.” And hence, the next 7 days weren’t completely lost. My iPhone connected me with a beautiful browsing experience as well as allowed me to tweet my heart out with items of “got stung by a jellyfish and had a shark swim right past me, no joke” as well as “on the beach, friends! Where are you?”

The main reason my iPhone saved me was because of iPhone 2.0 firmware. We already know all about it, I realize. But God Bless Apple with the App Store. It truly has changed the way people connect, socialize and gain their “geekness” in this world. The 12 hour drive back to Dallas was brutal, but no worry, I had Super Monkeyball to play and I could tweet with Twinkle. I was able to google the term “sand fleas” and know that I sure don’t want those when I’m frolicking in the sand. And last, but definitely not least, I was able to email and tweet pictures of pure heavenly bliss to share with all my friends who had to suffer being at their jobs in the 104 degree heat. Long live the iPhone!