our "treap to the bich"*
look at me. i'm back from the beach with a nice tan and no burn. i'm dead tired and feeling slightly queasy... but life is good. since no one is online for me to talk to at the moment, i'll go into slight detail about the past 5 or 6 days.
worked till close last tuesday. i pretty much feel at home most of the time. the guys at the pretzel shop have grown quite fond of me and give me free shit and laugh and talk about how great i am. got off work and drove too fast for a girl w/ a restricted license to try and call shley to get to sean's. packed final items and goofed off w/ boo till shley got me. went to sean's, laptops, music, w/e, sleep. couch night (yuck). went to bed late, woke up early, loaded up, and andrew drove towards SC.
sean's dad left early, and drove down to check us in. out trip up was long as hell. drove fast following random people and hoping they had rada detectors. speeds around 100 were common for some stretches. stopped for fireworks somewhere. the end of the trip was slow w/ too much traffic and too much stop n go with no AC and no air in the windows, not enough sleep for anyone, me in thick black pants, long hair for everyone... so we were all hot and grouchy. tok forever finding our room and then finally found sean's dad and unloaded. sean's dad drove all the way back home, leaving us a box full of food for us to eat. changed into bathing suits and oceaned, i think. walked up the road that night and ate ice cream. ordered pizza for dinner and tried to fall asleep.
woke up at 9 thursday morning. andrew had slept none. he was grouchy as fuck and mean all morning. we tried breakfast at our hotel, but it sucked so we went to one on down the street that had wireless AND waffles. we may have napped sometime. i think we were in the ocean again while shley was sunbathing, and then went to the nice pool at the hotel beside ours. went to a waterpark on day 2. that was fun. smaller than it shoulda been i guess... and the ground was hot on our bare feet. then ate at wendy's and i think went to target. explored the strip a tiny bit. don't remember the rest of that night.
day 3, friday, breakfast next door. we tried to do go-karts, but it didn't turn out. andrew and i played air hockey, shley and i played wack-a-gator, we all 4 played skeeball... then combined our tickets and got shit prizes. yay. then went to barefoot landing where we tried to pet tigers but were too early so wasted time in all the little stores, including the toy store where the 4 of us had a ball. sean ate bad ice cream. ate lunch and walked across a pedestrian bridge over the alligator water and explored more stores and through this really awesome mirror maze. LOVED it. didn't hold baby tigers like we wanted to. visited art gallery and w/e else before heading home. maybe nap again? but walked the strip that night visiting every stupid, over-priced, under-protected, dumb store getting pointless goodies. yay. then hotel and maybe movie and sleep.
saturday we all slept in minus andrew. he went and ate breakfast and brought us back some muffins. we woke up late and left soon after for beach. it was windy and water was choppy. shley was sunbathing so i was out w/ the guys again. a wave early on took me down and carried me w/ it for a while. freaked me out. then we got out too deep, the under-tow and the current were strong as fuck so, like last year, i got pulled out to water too deep, waves were taking me out, i was too tired to swim against the strong undertow, and started getting panicky. somehow sean finally got me back in. we left afterwards for the pool. pier 1 imports later so shley could mom-shop, then ripley's museum. it was nice. coulda been better, but i enjoyed it. then out to crazy hooters for dinner. omg, hooters was a trip. the hostess was a nut. she talked like she knew us the second we walked in the door and would randomly walk away and then come back and babble for a while before she finally brought us to our table, telling random people near us that we were her army. she talked too much again and told us we wouldn't get a waitress. then a russian waitress came and took our order. then the hostess came bakc and said it would be an hour before we got a wairess. we told her we had one and she left. then some new waitress came and said that she was taking over. w/e. ate our food and went back for a nap. i was feeling sick before nap, sick after nap, but we got ready and went mini golfing like i wanted to at a lovely captain hook themed place. payed for one game, didn't do last hole, walked back through, did other course, and kept our pretty balls after. i was doing decently and was feeling pretty proud of myself... then my sick feeling came back and i was dizzy and shakey and light-headed and... well... yuck. walked some of the strip, mainly hitting the gay dolphin. then we went back to hotel where i laid in bed feeling like hell. andrew did a good job taking care of me. i wound up forcing myself to throw up like sean did the day before... then ate, watched a movie, slept.
woke up early and packed. ate cereal... i ate mine out of a cup... w/ a fork. blah. but w/e. re-loaded the car. everything fit somehow. went to south of the border so andrew could buy more fireworks. stopped at sheetz and ate outside. then back to sean's where shley got sick and threw up. layed around on sean's bed till andrew left to play pool and shley took me home. then i sat and listened to dad and boo tell storied of their campling trip and avoided drunk mom.
all in all, a damn good free beach trip. for the most part, we all got along. the beach was beautiful, as always. we went a lot of fun places and i didn't spend as much money as i thought i would. everyone used sunblock so no burns. always had some food to eat since sean's dad's so cool. lots of free jewelry and dorky pictures. everyone threw up but andrew. hotel wasn't the best, but what we lacked, we found for free in other hotels. best trip ever. yay.
but now i'm home. andrew leaves again tomorrow. mom's drunk and dad n boo are annoying. miss kev, but he seems to be gone. miss kel, but she seems to always be busy. feeling sickish and dead effing tired. probably going to bed before too long.
*quote from Miss Ashley Renae Earick
worked till close last tuesday. i pretty much feel at home most of the time. the guys at the pretzel shop have grown quite fond of me and give me free shit and laugh and talk about how great i am. got off work and drove too fast for a girl w/ a restricted license to try and call shley to get to sean's. packed final items and goofed off w/ boo till shley got me. went to sean's, laptops, music, w/e, sleep. couch night (yuck). went to bed late, woke up early, loaded up, and andrew drove towards SC.
sean's dad left early, and drove down to check us in. out trip up was long as hell. drove fast following random people and hoping they had rada detectors. speeds around 100 were common for some stretches. stopped for fireworks somewhere. the end of the trip was slow w/ too much traffic and too much stop n go with no AC and no air in the windows, not enough sleep for anyone, me in thick black pants, long hair for everyone... so we were all hot and grouchy. tok forever finding our room and then finally found sean's dad and unloaded. sean's dad drove all the way back home, leaving us a box full of food for us to eat. changed into bathing suits and oceaned, i think. walked up the road that night and ate ice cream. ordered pizza for dinner and tried to fall asleep.
woke up at 9 thursday morning. andrew had slept none. he was grouchy as fuck and mean all morning. we tried breakfast at our hotel, but it sucked so we went to one on down the street that had wireless AND waffles. we may have napped sometime. i think we were in the ocean again while shley was sunbathing, and then went to the nice pool at the hotel beside ours. went to a waterpark on day 2. that was fun. smaller than it shoulda been i guess... and the ground was hot on our bare feet. then ate at wendy's and i think went to target. explored the strip a tiny bit. don't remember the rest of that night.
day 3, friday, breakfast next door. we tried to do go-karts, but it didn't turn out. andrew and i played air hockey, shley and i played wack-a-gator, we all 4 played skeeball... then combined our tickets and got shit prizes. yay. then went to barefoot landing where we tried to pet tigers but were too early so wasted time in all the little stores, including the toy store where the 4 of us had a ball. sean ate bad ice cream. ate lunch and walked across a pedestrian bridge over the alligator water and explored more stores and through this really awesome mirror maze. LOVED it. didn't hold baby tigers like we wanted to. visited art gallery and w/e else before heading home. maybe nap again? but walked the strip that night visiting every stupid, over-priced, under-protected, dumb store getting pointless goodies. yay. then hotel and maybe movie and sleep.
saturday we all slept in minus andrew. he went and ate breakfast and brought us back some muffins. we woke up late and left soon after for beach. it was windy and water was choppy. shley was sunbathing so i was out w/ the guys again. a wave early on took me down and carried me w/ it for a while. freaked me out. then we got out too deep, the under-tow and the current were strong as fuck so, like last year, i got pulled out to water too deep, waves were taking me out, i was too tired to swim against the strong undertow, and started getting panicky. somehow sean finally got me back in. we left afterwards for the pool. pier 1 imports later so shley could mom-shop, then ripley's museum. it was nice. coulda been better, but i enjoyed it. then out to crazy hooters for dinner. omg, hooters was a trip. the hostess was a nut. she talked like she knew us the second we walked in the door and would randomly walk away and then come back and babble for a while before she finally brought us to our table, telling random people near us that we were her army. she talked too much again and told us we wouldn't get a waitress. then a russian waitress came and took our order. then the hostess came bakc and said it would be an hour before we got a wairess. we told her we had one and she left. then some new waitress came and said that she was taking over. w/e. ate our food and went back for a nap. i was feeling sick before nap, sick after nap, but we got ready and went mini golfing like i wanted to at a lovely captain hook themed place. payed for one game, didn't do last hole, walked back through, did other course, and kept our pretty balls after. i was doing decently and was feeling pretty proud of myself... then my sick feeling came back and i was dizzy and shakey and light-headed and... well... yuck. walked some of the strip, mainly hitting the gay dolphin. then we went back to hotel where i laid in bed feeling like hell. andrew did a good job taking care of me. i wound up forcing myself to throw up like sean did the day before... then ate, watched a movie, slept.
woke up early and packed. ate cereal... i ate mine out of a cup... w/ a fork. blah. but w/e. re-loaded the car. everything fit somehow. went to south of the border so andrew could buy more fireworks. stopped at sheetz and ate outside. then back to sean's where shley got sick and threw up. layed around on sean's bed till andrew left to play pool and shley took me home. then i sat and listened to dad and boo tell storied of their campling trip and avoided drunk mom.
all in all, a damn good free beach trip. for the most part, we all got along. the beach was beautiful, as always. we went a lot of fun places and i didn't spend as much money as i thought i would. everyone used sunblock so no burns. always had some food to eat since sean's dad's so cool. lots of free jewelry and dorky pictures. everyone threw up but andrew. hotel wasn't the best, but what we lacked, we found for free in other hotels. best trip ever. yay.
but now i'm home. andrew leaves again tomorrow. mom's drunk and dad n boo are annoying. miss kev, but he seems to be gone. miss kel, but she seems to always be busy. feeling sickish and dead effing tired. probably going to bed before too long.
*quote from Miss Ashley Renae Earick