336 hours....
I have discovered someone mighter than God himself: Christy.
She survived 336 hours of me. 14 days. Straight. No breaks, no time outs. Just...ME
We went camping with her family down in Cape Hatteras and the OBX. It was a blast. I enjoyed nearly every minute of it. Those minutes I did not enjoy were according to my own mistakes.
A summary of our trip in approximately 386 words:
Car trouble (cars not starting); puddings; cheese sticks; Princess Gummies; Ritz Chips; Iced Teas (specifically Arizona Southern Style iced tea...and the Long Island variety); fuzzy toy-rip-offs on strings (never trust the video); driving; Cribbage; the never ending games of Crazy 8's; nearly drowning in the ocean; going numb in the ocean in approx. 30 seconds; getting crispy; Henna tatoos; short skirts; flashing people (by accident!); Nietzsche; Funny in Farsi; attempts at learning French; relaxing; itching clothes via none of the detergent coming out; walking on the beach; funny tan lines; dunking at the pool; poor attempts at handstands; more driving; deadly chunky/grey Thousand Island dressing; women chefs with mustaches and smokers breath; Bong Stores ("You guys lookin' for some glass?" while the rest of the store was a shrine to Bob Marley); political arguments; Rush Limbough; serious discussions about *fill in the blank*; postcards; Elizabethean gardens; contracting AIDS from some sort of biting insect; falling snakes from trees; backstage tours of "The Lost Colony"- complete with identifying seemingly-clone members from Century's drama dept; realizing that canvas, a wooden frame, styrofoam, paint and kitty-litter are all you need for sets; poor choreography/fighting/dialect coaching/costuming/acting/directing/everything about "The Lost Colony"; amazing sandwiches from "Mrs. T's Subs"; going into every single Wings/Sunsations/Reef/Deep Blue/Beachy store on the island; ferry rides to Ocracoke- complete with eye candy; eating spaetzle, authentic German potato salad, and reubens; King Crab legs and a VERY hot waiter; quilling (for you non-crafty people, that's twisting paper strips into coils and making paper animals/objects); being sexually harassed by Mexicanos at a WaterSlide that looks like it's about to collapse (with discarded pieces of the former slide clearly visable by the drainage ditch behind the slide); allowing coolers to pee (sometimes very odd colors, depending on what leaked); wallowing; visiting the Wright Bros. Memorial; climbing 257 of winding stairs to the top of the Hatteras Lighthouse (the one they moved), then back down; touching sting rays; learning about sharks, otters, and various other sea life; talks about college; taking pictures of every single horse sculpture on the island (except maybe 4 or 5); more driving; sleeping; swooning over Josh Groban and realizing once again that he is the epitome of perfection; repeating "Let Them Hear You" from the musical "Ragtime" over and over; enjoying Spamalot; Monty Python night; and recouping.
It went by SO fast and I had SO much fun. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You are amazing Christy and I love ya for it!
She survived 336 hours of me. 14 days. Straight. No breaks, no time outs. Just...ME
We went camping with her family down in Cape Hatteras and the OBX. It was a blast. I enjoyed nearly every minute of it. Those minutes I did not enjoy were according to my own mistakes.
A summary of our trip in approximately 386 words:
Car trouble (cars not starting); puddings; cheese sticks; Princess Gummies; Ritz Chips; Iced Teas (specifically Arizona Southern Style iced tea...and the Long Island variety); fuzzy toy-rip-offs on strings (never trust the video); driving; Cribbage; the never ending games of Crazy 8's; nearly drowning in the ocean; going numb in the ocean in approx. 30 seconds; getting crispy; Henna tatoos; short skirts; flashing people (by accident!); Nietzsche; Funny in Farsi; attempts at learning French; relaxing; itching clothes via none of the detergent coming out; walking on the beach; funny tan lines; dunking at the pool; poor attempts at handstands; more driving; deadly chunky/grey Thousand Island dressing; women chefs with mustaches and smokers breath; Bong Stores ("You guys lookin' for some glass?" while the rest of the store was a shrine to Bob Marley); political arguments; Rush Limbough; serious discussions about *fill in the blank*; postcards; Elizabethean gardens; contracting AIDS from some sort of biting insect; falling snakes from trees; backstage tours of "The Lost Colony"- complete with identifying seemingly-clone members from Century's drama dept; realizing that canvas, a wooden frame, styrofoam, paint and kitty-litter are all you need for sets; poor choreography/fighting/dialect coaching/costuming/acting/directing/everything about "The Lost Colony"; amazing sandwiches from "Mrs. T's Subs"; going into every single Wings/Sunsations/Reef/Deep Blue/Beachy store on the island; ferry rides to Ocracoke- complete with eye candy; eating spaetzle, authentic German potato salad, and reubens; King Crab legs and a VERY hot waiter; quilling (for you non-crafty people, that's twisting paper strips into coils and making paper animals/objects); being sexually harassed by Mexicanos at a WaterSlide that looks like it's about to collapse (with discarded pieces of the former slide clearly visable by the drainage ditch behind the slide); allowing coolers to pee (sometimes very odd colors, depending on what leaked); wallowing; visiting the Wright Bros. Memorial; climbing 257 of winding stairs to the top of the Hatteras Lighthouse (the one they moved), then back down; touching sting rays; learning about sharks, otters, and various other sea life; talks about college; taking pictures of every single horse sculpture on the island (except maybe 4 or 5); more driving; sleeping; swooning over Josh Groban and realizing once again that he is the epitome of perfection; repeating "Let Them Hear You" from the musical "Ragtime" over and over; enjoying Spamalot; Monty Python night; and recouping.
It went by SO fast and I had SO much fun. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You are amazing Christy and I love ya for it!