The Tanners.

Before heading down to California I had the unfortunate experience of having California Girls looping through my head for a week. I don't think David Lee Roth had this in mind when he sang the (shitty) song, however...

I spent a few hours relaxing beside the pool at the hotel today and became OBSESSED with this weird old couple who were sitting across from me. How could I not get all paparazzi on these people when they look so eccentric/crazy/Love Boat!?

The dude was a genuine California Raisin and even sported a fancy 1980s wig with a bit of a mullet!

They took turns spraying on tanning oil when the other one would swim or roll over to a new position.

After each of his cat naps, the old guy would go and take a dip and then stroll around smiling at people all while being an awesome beach/cruise ship style dude (with brown, hairy, glistening boobs).

I may have to go out and wander around the hotel tonight looking for them again. I have a feeling they wear some pretty amazingly outrageous outfits (judging by her nails). 

I think they may be Karl Lagerfeld's parents!