Tales of Not-that-Awkward Socialness: Memorial Day Weekend Road Trip
Soo...Becky, Cory, Jay and I went on a road trip to the U.P. yesterday. Becky woke me up at 9 by calling and telling me they'd be here to pick me up in like an hour. So I rushed to shower and get ready and they didn't show up until noon...I was sufficiently pissed. Mom agreed to watch the baby until we got back and then handed him over to Meg for the night. This was the first night Becky was away from the baby, but she did ok. I think we all needed to have some fun. We didn't end up doing much when we got there, but the ride was fun. When we got there, we went to the Mystery Spot and climbed up to Castle Rock. The Mystery Spot is gay as shit. Sure, you put crooked walls facing away from a hill, and of course you're going to appear to stand crooked and water can APPEAR to run uphill. But the minigolf and the maze were fun. Boy do I suck at minigolf though. I think I got 70 or something.
And climbing the stairs to Castle Rock was the most pointless thing ever. Particularly if you are an out of shape smoker...If my lungs could make a fist, they would have. At least coming down wasn't so bad...
After we got back, we decided to get a hotel room at Fletchers for the night and swim in their dirty ass pool. We got there at like 10 and swam right away, but no one came and kicked us out at 11, so we "swam" in the pool for like 3 hours. And by "swim", I mean...the boys wrestling us underwater and throwing us into the pool when we'd get out. What is it with boys and wating to shove girls underwater? It's messed up. But it WAS fun. And we had our drinks in there, so...it was probably more fun than it would have been otherwise. So, after 2 hours and like 100 bumps and bruises and chlorine-burned eyes later, we went back to the room, pretty toasted, to find that when the boys went back for more beer and to look for my smokes, they had strewn my cothes all over, including my underwear. That I'd been wearing...That was nice. I don't want to know what they did with them...Then all four of us crammed into the stupid little jacuzzi tub and watched the tv in the bathroom. Boys also have a thing for pouring freezing cold beer or ice cubes on girls' chests when they aren't really paying attention...
(Oh...and tickling. But that's another story.)
Then we all got really hot, so we got out and pretty much passed out in the bed. 4 people in one bed. At least it was a king, but still. I did not sleep at all. I can't sleep in hotel rooms well anyway, let alone with 3 other people tossing and turning and snoring and all touchin' on me. So basically, I didn't sleep. Cory was pretty much out the whole time, though, so he woke up at 8 and turned fucking cartoons on. After about an hour of that, we all climbed back into bed and listened to the rain. It was nice. But we fell back asleep (the only time I slept, dammit) and Jay woke us all up by saying "So...we have to be out of this room in 20 minutes..." And the room was kind of trashed. We had shit everywhere.so we ran around gathering things.
After checking out, we went to the shithole that is the Old Town Cafe for breakfast. And yeah..I went in my pajamas...It didn't matter though, we all looked like hell either way. And I'm pretty sure no one in that place looked any better. It was all old people coming from church and hungover people. I got the french toast, Becky got an omelette and the boys got the buffet. I ate one piece of french toast and Cory ate the rest. How can boys eat so much in the morning? I can't eat anything without feeling I'm going to harf all over my plate.
So after breakfast we went back to the house so Meg could go home and then Cory and Becky drove me home and I took a motherfucking nap. My body hurts. And I totally busted my elbow at some point, so there's a huge knot there. And there's one on the back of my head. But it's ok. There's some seriously animal-like claw marks on Cory's arm because he's a dick. :P I also can't run a hand through my hair...it is some kind of rat's nest from falling asleep with wet hair in a pony tail that eventually fell out..
We get along pretty well. It was fun shit. I don't get to do it very often.
Oh, and Jay drives a 2006 dark red ford Mustang. I WANT THAT FUCKING CAR!
And climbing the stairs to Castle Rock was the most pointless thing ever. Particularly if you are an out of shape smoker...If my lungs could make a fist, they would have. At least coming down wasn't so bad...
After we got back, we decided to get a hotel room at Fletchers for the night and swim in their dirty ass pool. We got there at like 10 and swam right away, but no one came and kicked us out at 11, so we "swam" in the pool for like 3 hours. And by "swim", I mean...the boys wrestling us underwater and throwing us into the pool when we'd get out. What is it with boys and wating to shove girls underwater? It's messed up. But it WAS fun. And we had our drinks in there, so...it was probably more fun than it would have been otherwise. So, after 2 hours and like 100 bumps and bruises and chlorine-burned eyes later, we went back to the room, pretty toasted, to find that when the boys went back for more beer and to look for my smokes, they had strewn my cothes all over, including my underwear. That I'd been wearing...That was nice. I don't want to know what they did with them...Then all four of us crammed into the stupid little jacuzzi tub and watched the tv in the bathroom. Boys also have a thing for pouring freezing cold beer or ice cubes on girls' chests when they aren't really paying attention...
(Oh...and tickling. But that's another story.)
Then we all got really hot, so we got out and pretty much passed out in the bed. 4 people in one bed. At least it was a king, but still. I did not sleep at all. I can't sleep in hotel rooms well anyway, let alone with 3 other people tossing and turning and snoring and all touchin' on me. So basically, I didn't sleep. Cory was pretty much out the whole time, though, so he woke up at 8 and turned fucking cartoons on. After about an hour of that, we all climbed back into bed and listened to the rain. It was nice. But we fell back asleep (the only time I slept, dammit) and Jay woke us all up by saying "So...we have to be out of this room in 20 minutes..." And the room was kind of trashed. We had shit everywhere.so we ran around gathering things.
After checking out, we went to the shithole that is the Old Town Cafe for breakfast. And yeah..I went in my pajamas...It didn't matter though, we all looked like hell either way. And I'm pretty sure no one in that place looked any better. It was all old people coming from church and hungover people. I got the french toast, Becky got an omelette and the boys got the buffet. I ate one piece of french toast and Cory ate the rest. How can boys eat so much in the morning? I can't eat anything without feeling I'm going to harf all over my plate.
So after breakfast we went back to the house so Meg could go home and then Cory and Becky drove me home and I took a motherfucking nap. My body hurts. And I totally busted my elbow at some point, so there's a huge knot there. And there's one on the back of my head. But it's ok. There's some seriously animal-like claw marks on Cory's arm because he's a dick. :P I also can't run a hand through my hair...it is some kind of rat's nest from falling asleep with wet hair in a pony tail that eventually fell out..
We get along pretty well. It was fun shit. I don't get to do it very often.
Oh, and Jay drives a 2006 dark red ford Mustang. I WANT THAT FUCKING CAR!