7/23/03--rehoboth
wow. we woke up at 11 fecking 30 this morning. how odd. we spent our first couple hours eating cheese danishes and pancakes, watching judge judy and dharma and greg and good day, and mocking doug, of course. that girl on good day was a psycho, my god. she kept fondling her co-worker and dancing in front of the cmera. we went to the beach, which was absolutely deserted. i can't imagine why, it was only raining. but we had good fun, anyway. after bumming around the house for a while, we went to nicola's for dinner. yummy stuff. while we were waiting to be seated, we went back to the dollar store so chelsea could buy a sarong. we so johnny the henna man again, and he poked me and admired my hat again. *orgasm.* then we went to a book store, where we looked at a book about astrology and your sex life. some hot guys we'd seen in the young adult aisle "just happened" to be looking at the psychology section right next to us. i kept exclaiming at how correct the book seemed to be--"i really AM a great lover; a real lion in bed!" on eof them burst out laughing and they all rushed off pretty quickly. they did end up coming back for more, though. i had just explained to natalie how the book had reccommended i try "heart orgasms" with my partner, when he said that we really do have the most interesting conversations. i guess he hasn't been around people like us very often. anyhow, dinner was good, and afterwards we went to the hippy store and bought sweatshirt thingies. then we did our making friends thang... when we were waving at a large group of guys, one of them stopped moving and just stared at us for EVER... then he screamed and ran away. i didn't think we were that intimidating. then we went on the haunted house ride thingy, but the line was probably more fun than the ride. there was a group of four girls that coulda been in 6th or 7th grade that kept looking at us and giggling. not surprising--my hat can be quite distracting in its sexiness. one of them finally complimented me on it, to which i replied that it wasn't a hat at all, but a dog. she goes "you lie!" they decided that it was made of human hair, or perhaps horse hair DYED ORANGE. she'd seen a horse with its hooves DYED GREEN, or so she claimed. another says, "can i feel it?" and on it goes. one asked me to remove my hat, because my gender was questionable. i said i was a boy (couldn't they see my peener?) but they were still suspicious, since i had nail polish on. we finally got on the ride and screamed the whole time, much to chelsea's embarassment. i think we truly petrified some kids about to get on, though. after we had walked around for a while, we saw a couple of our good old friends from the line. they claimed the others had beent he ones to question my gender, but i was forgiving. as luck would have it, doug and zach walked up at that moment, making us look like lesbian child molesters. when doug made an accusation about the lesbian bit, i had to give him a decent smack. we also listened to some dudes play guitar for a while. after all this and a little arcading, we headed for home. we saw some "friends" from a couple nights ago, to whom we tearfully said our goodbyes. alas, they shall never call me "girl in the orange hat" again. as we passed by a phone booth, a man asked us if we knew where the marijuana was at in this town. we found the idea that we'd knwo where to buy drugs to be quite amusing, but we pointed him in some direction anyway. then we went home. the end.