A series of unfortunate omens...
Today's entry comes to you from beautiful Myrtle Beach, SC.
My friend Daniel has decided to propose to his girlfriend. She dropped a hint that "I think it would be so romantic to be flipping through pictures and see the question written in the sand at the beach." The last vacation they took and one of the most in depth conversations they had was at this beach. For reasons I don't understand apparently I'm the best type of sidekick for these sorts of things.
We jump in the car and head towards the beach. As we're driving, a cat darts into the road, and he swerved, narrowly staying on the road and avoiding darting out infront of some trees. Sadly, we didn't swerve enough...I've never hit an animal and this is the first time I heard it, so I'm kinda shocked. Meanwhile I'm talking Dan out of calling his animal-loving girlfriend. 20 minutes later, a dog darts out in the road...luckily it was far enough ahead that nothing happened to it. Cars started pulling out infront of us, people ran infront of us...finally a wooden fucking crate was blown across the road and we had to swerve again.
We stopped at some gas station and won $5 on a scratch off ticket.
We get to the beach, and Dan's batteries for his camera are dead. We walk to the beach where the wind is blowing sand in our faces, and when the strong gusts hit it feels like shotgun blasts to my legs. Undaunted, we do some tests on the sand to see if we can get what he wants. Nothing works, too far away from the water, the wind blows sand in the letters. Too close to the water and the tide would erase the letters. Finally I had the great idea to make a mound of sand and write the letters on the side like a sign. Well that didn't work because the letters wouldn't show up, combined with the wind sandblasting us. In the meantime we had visitors...
"What are you digging up?"
"Pirate treasure. We found a map in my attic and I think it should be at this exact space buried a foot under the sand."
...that was the time the visitors left.
I would have been nicer, but bending over exposed my asscrack which was getting pelted by sand grains. Tomorrow morning I'm going to wake up with a pearl between my cheeks.
XXXXXX Watch this space, I'm going to see a movie and will be back to finish the story XXXXX
Ok I just got back from seeing Guess Who. Don't go see it. Its bad.
Anyway, so where was I...oh yeah we decided to scrap the idea of writing the name in the sand. We were totally defeated by mother nature. We ended up driving to the local mall and getting a dry erase board. We take the board with the writing "Laura will you marry me? (please)"
We took several pictures, one will be used. Tomorrow we're going back to the beach to get people to hold the dry erase board with different sayings.
"Marry him please."
"Possible fiance?"
"If you don't I will." (Funnier when held by a guy)
you get the picture....
....or you will when I upload a few of them.
I'll try to update tomorrow on how that goes.
My friend Daniel has decided to propose to his girlfriend. She dropped a hint that "I think it would be so romantic to be flipping through pictures and see the question written in the sand at the beach." The last vacation they took and one of the most in depth conversations they had was at this beach. For reasons I don't understand apparently I'm the best type of sidekick for these sorts of things.
We jump in the car and head towards the beach. As we're driving, a cat darts into the road, and he swerved, narrowly staying on the road and avoiding darting out infront of some trees. Sadly, we didn't swerve enough...I've never hit an animal and this is the first time I heard it, so I'm kinda shocked. Meanwhile I'm talking Dan out of calling his animal-loving girlfriend. 20 minutes later, a dog darts out in the road...luckily it was far enough ahead that nothing happened to it. Cars started pulling out infront of us, people ran infront of us...finally a wooden fucking crate was blown across the road and we had to swerve again.
We stopped at some gas station and won $5 on a scratch off ticket.
We get to the beach, and Dan's batteries for his camera are dead. We walk to the beach where the wind is blowing sand in our faces, and when the strong gusts hit it feels like shotgun blasts to my legs. Undaunted, we do some tests on the sand to see if we can get what he wants. Nothing works, too far away from the water, the wind blows sand in the letters. Too close to the water and the tide would erase the letters. Finally I had the great idea to make a mound of sand and write the letters on the side like a sign. Well that didn't work because the letters wouldn't show up, combined with the wind sandblasting us. In the meantime we had visitors...
"What are you digging up?"
"Pirate treasure. We found a map in my attic and I think it should be at this exact space buried a foot under the sand."
...that was the time the visitors left.
I would have been nicer, but bending over exposed my asscrack which was getting pelted by sand grains. Tomorrow morning I'm going to wake up with a pearl between my cheeks.
XXXXXX Watch this space, I'm going to see a movie and will be back to finish the story XXXXX
Ok I just got back from seeing Guess Who. Don't go see it. Its bad.
Anyway, so where was I...oh yeah we decided to scrap the idea of writing the name in the sand. We were totally defeated by mother nature. We ended up driving to the local mall and getting a dry erase board. We take the board with the writing "Laura will you marry me? (please)"
We took several pictures, one will be used. Tomorrow we're going back to the beach to get people to hold the dry erase board with different sayings.
"Marry him please."
"Possible fiance?"
"If you don't I will." (Funnier when held by a guy)
you get the picture....
....or you will when I upload a few of them.
I'll try to update tomorrow on how that goes.