The Beach and maybe more
My gal road trip to the beach was très fun. Hmm. That just doesn't sound as good as saying mucho fun.
Stupid Spanish.
Anyway. At first there was some confusion about whether Darby and/or Margaret could come, but that got cleared up, and they met us at my house later in the evening. Got horribly lost and car sick on the Washington side, but they made it there safely.
Miranda, Alyssa, and Kristin rode with me and I drove. I drove! I drove probably a total of 300 miles these past three days. That's a lot. But I knew the way to my beach house very well, so it was no problem, and I wasn't nervous and I didn't get in any car accidents or tickets or anything. So yay for that.
We ate at Chico's Pizza, mais oui, because it is the BEST pizza in the world. I couldn't find my name carved into the table, but I know it's there, and plus there were people sitting at it and I wasn't going to ask them to move so I could find my named etched into a table.
Next we settled in at the beach house, and then we walked on the beach. The cold, gray beach, while it was 90 degrees here at home. What an odd banana belt. There was a bunch of these weird purple jelly-fish looking things all over the beach, and I'd like to look them up and see what they were. Some guy in a van told Alyssa and I that he thought maybe they were poisionious and that 25 years ago there was an epidemic of them or something. Is that the right word? Epidemic? Can there be an epidemic of animals, or is it just a disease?
We walked the beach to the Minit-Mart and got some candy and spaghetti sauce, which Miranda and I made a grocery store run and got all our shopping done in two minutes flat. Okay, probably not flat, but it was about two minutes, and that's some fast shopping, people. The store was closing and they locked us in. We made them let us out, though. We had to bring food home to our people.
Then Darby and Margaret made it to the house, and we all had jolly good fun.
Except for one thing...
My jackass of a brother thought it would be FUNNY if him and his friend would come up and crash our beach weekend. The first night someone called the beach house three times in a row at 4am, and I was so disoriented I couldn't figure out how to answer the phone, so it just kept ringing. Same thing happened the next night, but it was only once. Then at 6am my brother burst into my bedroom with a camera in my face laughing. I think my exact words were, "What the HELL?! What the CRAP?! What are you DOING?!" Then I punched him in the shoulder repeatedly, saying, "You JACKASS!"
Yeah. Him and his idiot friend Brent. It's too bad, really. I hear Brent is rich. He could've been a nice sugar daddy. Oh wait, that's Tim when he gets his fortune 500 company started. Eh, nothing wrong with having multiple sugar daddies.
WE SAW A BEAR! It was just causally strolling down the street in front of my beach house, in broad daylight. I thought I would be scared of it, but I walked out on the deck and said, "Hi bear!" and he ran away. It's too bad we couldn't have gotten a picture.
Yes. And I think that completes my events from the beach adventure.
Have you ever been behind someone who's getting on the freeway at 15 mph? It's really scary/annoying. I had to gun it. Though he waved me an apology wave. Poor guy. There was a lot of corn in the back of his truck.
Stupid Spanish.
Anyway. At first there was some confusion about whether Darby and/or Margaret could come, but that got cleared up, and they met us at my house later in the evening. Got horribly lost and car sick on the Washington side, but they made it there safely.
Miranda, Alyssa, and Kristin rode with me and I drove. I drove! I drove probably a total of 300 miles these past three days. That's a lot. But I knew the way to my beach house very well, so it was no problem, and I wasn't nervous and I didn't get in any car accidents or tickets or anything. So yay for that.
We ate at Chico's Pizza, mais oui, because it is the BEST pizza in the world. I couldn't find my name carved into the table, but I know it's there, and plus there were people sitting at it and I wasn't going to ask them to move so I could find my named etched into a table.
Next we settled in at the beach house, and then we walked on the beach. The cold, gray beach, while it was 90 degrees here at home. What an odd banana belt. There was a bunch of these weird purple jelly-fish looking things all over the beach, and I'd like to look them up and see what they were. Some guy in a van told Alyssa and I that he thought maybe they were poisionious and that 25 years ago there was an epidemic of them or something. Is that the right word? Epidemic? Can there be an epidemic of animals, or is it just a disease?
We walked the beach to the Minit-Mart and got some candy and spaghetti sauce, which Miranda and I made a grocery store run and got all our shopping done in two minutes flat. Okay, probably not flat, but it was about two minutes, and that's some fast shopping, people. The store was closing and they locked us in. We made them let us out, though. We had to bring food home to our people.
Then Darby and Margaret made it to the house, and we all had jolly good fun.
Except for one thing...
My jackass of a brother thought it would be FUNNY if him and his friend would come up and crash our beach weekend. The first night someone called the beach house three times in a row at 4am, and I was so disoriented I couldn't figure out how to answer the phone, so it just kept ringing. Same thing happened the next night, but it was only once. Then at 6am my brother burst into my bedroom with a camera in my face laughing. I think my exact words were, "What the HELL?! What the CRAP?! What are you DOING?!" Then I punched him in the shoulder repeatedly, saying, "You JACKASS!"
Yeah. Him and his idiot friend Brent. It's too bad, really. I hear Brent is rich. He could've been a nice sugar daddy. Oh wait, that's Tim when he gets his fortune 500 company started. Eh, nothing wrong with having multiple sugar daddies.
WE SAW A BEAR! It was just causally strolling down the street in front of my beach house, in broad daylight. I thought I would be scared of it, but I walked out on the deck and said, "Hi bear!" and he ran away. It's too bad we couldn't have gotten a picture.
Yes. And I think that completes my events from the beach adventure.
Have you ever been behind someone who's getting on the freeway at 15 mph? It's really scary/annoying. I had to gun it. Though he waved me an apology wave. Poor guy. There was a lot of corn in the back of his truck.