Day Four in Long Beach...Actual Beach!
Day Three: What up Sunday!
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! I woke up on the futon [as you recall] and pushed Waylon onto the floor to sleep. When I woke back up for good, Waylon is on the floor next to me on his back, hands folded over his chest. Probably cold. LOL...I don't mean to laugh, but that's kind of funny.
So it's beach day. The day I had been dreading. I didn't want to go to the beach, and I certainly didn't want to get in the water, what with my major phobia of water. Serious, ungodly fear. I think I've talked about it here before. So, I go outside and wander around with Jake for a few moments. Mind you, I look ridiculous, didn't even wash my face or take my contacts out before passing out.
We leave a few minutes later, and stop at a gas station for Gatorades [I swear by them for everything, and made Waylon drink them everyday] and the Mexican in there tells me to go to Venice Beach. By the way, my license says Kalamazoo, and I have to show it every time I use my debit...so pretty much everywhere I went I had to explain why I was in Cali and that yes, there really is a Kalamazoo [that's actually Kzoo's motto]. He says Venice has all the weirdos...Okaaaaay.
So I get back in and Waylon decides to take a new way to LB. This new way takes us past a familiar part of town to me. Then, nerdily, I realize I recognize it from Grand Theft Auto for Xbox. My ex boyfriend loved that game, and therefore I memorized the neighborhoods. Waylon and I joke and laugh hysterically about the purple gangs and taking over territory and whatnot, and neither of us realize we drove into a dead end and get basically lost. In San Pedro. We find our way back and head to the house. I take a shower and put on my bathing suit. Ugh. I realize AT THAT MOMENT that the bathing suit I had bought was wrong. The top was fine but the bottoms were about eight sizes too small. Yup. Really.
So, I put on a pair of skinny jeans and roll them up to 50's capri level with the top and pull a tank top over it all. I'm pale as fuck like a dead fish and not at a goal weight. Anyway, that's off topic. We bike all the way to the beach [about three miles I'd say, to this particular beach]. We get there and I hear it again: Do I want to kayak? I'd heard it for about a week straight. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Waylon takes me to the water and I stick my toes in and still say no. I tell him he can go alone, that I won't mind. I want some time to write and think and lay in the sun. He says no, then I say yes, and we debate. Finally, he says, okay you're a big girl and we go back to the tent where him and Ryan and everyone leave and I stay. I stay with a bunch of Aussie's that were at the party the night before and were incredibly nice. One girl offers me a Tecate and I can't refuse. Then, I chat it up with Aussie Thom [who was so drunk the night before that he fell and rolled down the driveway]. Aussie Thom is hot like the guy from Coyote Ugly and I won't lie: I wanted to take him to a Port-A-Potty or somewhere equally as exclusive. But, I don't and he leaves and I sit on a beach towel, drink my beer, and begin a pen and ink drawing in my journal. I call my mom and talk for a bit and Waylon comes back.
We bike to a few bars, including a packed sports bar where I look totally out of place [I usually do anyway, but more so here] and we sit on the balcony that overlooks a shop owned by Cher's gay daughter whats-her-name. I can't honestly remember what bar we visit after that. I'll think on it and randomly put it in wherever I think of it. It's driving me insane, but I won't remember now that I'm thinking too hard on it.
Anyway, we head back towards Waylon's at some point [I know I'm missing a huge chunk here, but I can't think of it] and I'm almost positive we get pizza and fall asleep on his couch watching Juno with his brother. I remember these things vividly. I'll ask Waylon about this gap between the two. I think we got beer and wine. Yes, we did. Both beer and wine. Watched Juno, fell asleep on the couch, Waylon in fetal position, me sitting upright like a prude, haha. Then, it was time to get up and get ready for the night, though we were already in a bit of a tipsy haze. The next part I think I should do in another entry, as the night is QUITE long...quite.
I hope you are all enjoying my moment to moment recap of the vacation :D
By the way, in case I am the only one counting, I've fallen in lust with at least...four people at this point :)
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! I woke up on the futon [as you recall] and pushed Waylon onto the floor to sleep. When I woke back up for good, Waylon is on the floor next to me on his back, hands folded over his chest. Probably cold. LOL...I don't mean to laugh, but that's kind of funny.
So it's beach day. The day I had been dreading. I didn't want to go to the beach, and I certainly didn't want to get in the water, what with my major phobia of water. Serious, ungodly fear. I think I've talked about it here before. So, I go outside and wander around with Jake for a few moments. Mind you, I look ridiculous, didn't even wash my face or take my contacts out before passing out.
We leave a few minutes later, and stop at a gas station for Gatorades [I swear by them for everything, and made Waylon drink them everyday] and the Mexican in there tells me to go to Venice Beach. By the way, my license says Kalamazoo, and I have to show it every time I use my debit...so pretty much everywhere I went I had to explain why I was in Cali and that yes, there really is a Kalamazoo [that's actually Kzoo's motto]. He says Venice has all the weirdos...Okaaaaay.
So I get back in and Waylon decides to take a new way to LB. This new way takes us past a familiar part of town to me. Then, nerdily, I realize I recognize it from Grand Theft Auto for Xbox. My ex boyfriend loved that game, and therefore I memorized the neighborhoods. Waylon and I joke and laugh hysterically about the purple gangs and taking over territory and whatnot, and neither of us realize we drove into a dead end and get basically lost. In San Pedro. We find our way back and head to the house. I take a shower and put on my bathing suit. Ugh. I realize AT THAT MOMENT that the bathing suit I had bought was wrong. The top was fine but the bottoms were about eight sizes too small. Yup. Really.
So, I put on a pair of skinny jeans and roll them up to 50's capri level with the top and pull a tank top over it all. I'm pale as fuck like a dead fish and not at a goal weight. Anyway, that's off topic. We bike all the way to the beach [about three miles I'd say, to this particular beach]. We get there and I hear it again: Do I want to kayak? I'd heard it for about a week straight. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Waylon takes me to the water and I stick my toes in and still say no. I tell him he can go alone, that I won't mind. I want some time to write and think and lay in the sun. He says no, then I say yes, and we debate. Finally, he says, okay you're a big girl and we go back to the tent where him and Ryan and everyone leave and I stay. I stay with a bunch of Aussie's that were at the party the night before and were incredibly nice. One girl offers me a Tecate and I can't refuse. Then, I chat it up with Aussie Thom [who was so drunk the night before that he fell and rolled down the driveway]. Aussie Thom is hot like the guy from Coyote Ugly and I won't lie: I wanted to take him to a Port-A-Potty or somewhere equally as exclusive. But, I don't and he leaves and I sit on a beach towel, drink my beer, and begin a pen and ink drawing in my journal. I call my mom and talk for a bit and Waylon comes back.
We bike to a few bars, including a packed sports bar where I look totally out of place [I usually do anyway, but more so here] and we sit on the balcony that overlooks a shop owned by Cher's gay daughter whats-her-name. I can't honestly remember what bar we visit after that. I'll think on it and randomly put it in wherever I think of it. It's driving me insane, but I won't remember now that I'm thinking too hard on it.
Anyway, we head back towards Waylon's at some point [I know I'm missing a huge chunk here, but I can't think of it] and I'm almost positive we get pizza and fall asleep on his couch watching Juno with his brother. I remember these things vividly. I'll ask Waylon about this gap between the two. I think we got beer and wine. Yes, we did. Both beer and wine. Watched Juno, fell asleep on the couch, Waylon in fetal position, me sitting upright like a prude, haha. Then, it was time to get up and get ready for the night, though we were already in a bit of a tipsy haze. The next part I think I should do in another entry, as the night is QUITE long...quite.
I hope you are all enjoying my moment to moment recap of the vacation :D
By the way, in case I am the only one counting, I've fallen in lust with at least...four people at this point :)