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Detroit. (friday)
-Bought a Maxim Magazine. Slept a lot.
Orlando. (friday)
-Slept more.
Cocoa Beach. (friday/saturday)
-Swam in the ocean.
-Cried like a bitch when something big brushed against my leg in the ocean.
-Drank my first beer with my mother.
-Walked for miles in search of pot. Eventually found pot, proceeded to get wasted with a group of people I had never met before in front of a house belonging to someone I still haven't met who wasn't home.
-Hung out with a pretty cool guy named Kenny. We smoked 11 grams of pot in about 3 hours.
Port Canaveral. (sunday)
-Listened to my CD player and beat Megaman 2, 3, and 5 while waiting to board the ship. Bought the most expensive coke besides to kind that comes in a baggie. (3 bucks a bottle, are you shitting me?)
-Boarded the Disney Wonder, a fucking huge-ass cruise ship.
-Got drunk on rum runners.
-Smoked cigarettes and watched an hour-long crazy lightning storm over the open ocean. I'm telling you, at that point, I didn't even miss drugs. Or home. Or anywhere else. I felt complete and whole and ethereal and incredible. The ocean does that to me.
-Got drunk on Coronas with my mother. (She drank Bud Lights.)
Nassau, Bahamas. (monday)
-Drank my first beer at 11:20AM (Dani, you'd be proud of how much beer I've drank so far. But, as much as it may have been, my cocktail and mixed drink meter is way over my beer meter.) I haven't really been drunk drunk since i've been here, but I've stayed continuously buzzed the entire time (I'm drinking a Corona as I sit here typing.)
-Went to a pirate museum and learned a shitload about the people I idolize. Things I should have already known.
-Discussed caribbean politics with a cuban while drinking corona and smoking cigarettes in a dirty little bahamian bar (This lasted about an hour). While sitting right next to my nephew, Ryan.
-Bought my first cuban cigar. I have yet to smoke it. Tomorrow's sunrise it is.
Castaway Cay (tuesday)
-Plan on snorkeling in the bluest water I have ever fucking seen.
-Parasailing, baby. Hopefully.
-More Coronas. None of this has come to pass just yet, but oh, it will.
-Beach-bumming around, being drunk, chilling in hammocks and soaking up the rays.
Wednesday I don't know what I'm doing.
Thursday I finally get to see Kelly. Whom I miss a shitload more than I expected to (not that I didn't expect to miss her, but jesus not this much. It's almost depressing.
So far I've watched, in my room, King Kong twice, half of The Producers, half of The Pink Panther, and also plenty of disney films (the lion king, sleeping beauty twice, the jungle book, dumbo, and hoodwinked (which was really fucking dumb.))
The ocean gives me a sense of calm that I never feel. Ever.
And the fact that I have no peers here at all is very refreshing. No one to impress. No one to worry about. The only problem is the hordes of 15 year old girls who are going to be smoking hot in 3 years and I feel like a pedophile checking out their little boobies. A few older girls who are cute, one in particular. But this is the first time where I feel like I'm not allowed to talk to them and it's weird because usually even if I have a girlfriend, vacation from everything is also a vacation from commitment. But I feel good about this. I also think I said the "L" word to Kelly more times since I left than in the entire time we've been dating.
Well, there are many more Coronas to be drank and an 80's dance party going on upstairs. So me and my Iron Maiden vintage tee are going to scoot on up there to get my drink and groove on.
Party on, Ohioans. Sleep well knowing I don't miss you at all.
-Bought a Maxim Magazine. Slept a lot.
Orlando. (friday)
-Slept more.
Cocoa Beach. (friday/saturday)
-Swam in the ocean.
-Cried like a bitch when something big brushed against my leg in the ocean.
-Drank my first beer with my mother.
-Walked for miles in search of pot. Eventually found pot, proceeded to get wasted with a group of people I had never met before in front of a house belonging to someone I still haven't met who wasn't home.
-Hung out with a pretty cool guy named Kenny. We smoked 11 grams of pot in about 3 hours.
Port Canaveral. (sunday)
-Listened to my CD player and beat Megaman 2, 3, and 5 while waiting to board the ship. Bought the most expensive coke besides to kind that comes in a baggie. (3 bucks a bottle, are you shitting me?)
-Boarded the Disney Wonder, a fucking huge-ass cruise ship.
-Got drunk on rum runners.
-Smoked cigarettes and watched an hour-long crazy lightning storm over the open ocean. I'm telling you, at that point, I didn't even miss drugs. Or home. Or anywhere else. I felt complete and whole and ethereal and incredible. The ocean does that to me.
-Got drunk on Coronas with my mother. (She drank Bud Lights.)
Nassau, Bahamas. (monday)
-Drank my first beer at 11:20AM (Dani, you'd be proud of how much beer I've drank so far. But, as much as it may have been, my cocktail and mixed drink meter is way over my beer meter.) I haven't really been drunk drunk since i've been here, but I've stayed continuously buzzed the entire time (I'm drinking a Corona as I sit here typing.)
-Went to a pirate museum and learned a shitload about the people I idolize. Things I should have already known.
-Discussed caribbean politics with a cuban while drinking corona and smoking cigarettes in a dirty little bahamian bar (This lasted about an hour). While sitting right next to my nephew, Ryan.
-Bought my first cuban cigar. I have yet to smoke it. Tomorrow's sunrise it is.
Castaway Cay (tuesday)
-Plan on snorkeling in the bluest water I have ever fucking seen.
-Parasailing, baby. Hopefully.
-More Coronas. None of this has come to pass just yet, but oh, it will.
-Beach-bumming around, being drunk, chilling in hammocks and soaking up the rays.
Wednesday I don't know what I'm doing.
Thursday I finally get to see Kelly. Whom I miss a shitload more than I expected to (not that I didn't expect to miss her, but jesus not this much. It's almost depressing.
So far I've watched, in my room, King Kong twice, half of The Producers, half of The Pink Panther, and also plenty of disney films (the lion king, sleeping beauty twice, the jungle book, dumbo, and hoodwinked (which was really fucking dumb.))
The ocean gives me a sense of calm that I never feel. Ever.
And the fact that I have no peers here at all is very refreshing. No one to impress. No one to worry about. The only problem is the hordes of 15 year old girls who are going to be smoking hot in 3 years and I feel like a pedophile checking out their little boobies. A few older girls who are cute, one in particular. But this is the first time where I feel like I'm not allowed to talk to them and it's weird because usually even if I have a girlfriend, vacation from everything is also a vacation from commitment. But I feel good about this. I also think I said the "L" word to Kelly more times since I left than in the entire time we've been dating.
Well, there are many more Coronas to be drank and an 80's dance party going on upstairs. So me and my Iron Maiden vintage tee are going to scoot on up there to get my drink and groove on.
Party on, Ohioans. Sleep well knowing I don't miss you at all.