will you stay or will you go?
I got back from OBX yesterday.
I think I found the key to inner peace: Vacation.
I left CT feeling very hostile and now I'm happy once again.
And I rekindled an old friendship. That was the best part.
That now makes 1 down, about 3 to go.
I spent July 4th Rollin' with the Jacobucci's on the 4th of July on the boat. I didn't write about it because I figured everyone was out of the state. BUt anyway, it was fun. I met the extended Jacobucci family.
....and that's it.
So my vacation was cool. We left on the 6th for Virginia Beach.
It was like the craziest dream, the retro hotels with their "No Vacancy" signs, the Beer logo beach towels that covered every surf shop wall to wall, having my white "dress" blow up in the wind, reminiscant of The Seven Year Itch, and of course, getting hit on by guys in cars and on bikes. My only souvenier from VB was a shot glass. That about sums it up.
So then we left for OBX. OBX was a crazier dream.
On the first night, my cousin Megan was there with her fuck buddy, Alan. She and him and me and Jeremy and Melissa all stayed up and hottubbed and played "Outburst Jr." and "Rumors" together. I said a little too much about my personal life, as usual.
I watched Jeremy drink a beer.
After M and A left, Jeremy and I stayed up every single night and played "Rumors". We watched Family Guy at 11:00 and Dave Chappelle at 1:00. We listened to my iPod on speakerphones and I lipsynched "You sexy thing" at exactly 5:00.
Mom would find us asleep on the couch every single night.
It was strange, talking to my cousin like he was my best friend. It was revitalizing to tell him EVERYTHING. It was nice to have someone to listen.
The waves weren't that good, the weather was sticky, so the pool was used more often than the ocean.
I'd have the same breakfast and lunch every day.
And wash it down with 2 cans of Coke. I was worried that I'd kill myself from eating so much so fast.
We went parasailing. The driver of the boat was a tan Billy Idol with sunglasses. His nephew was his 30-year younger clone. As I was strapped in, Billy Sr. Asked me if I was Italian. I said, "No, I'm Greek." Billy Jr. asked if the Greeks hated the Turks. I said, "No." Then he said "I dated a girl who was Turkish and she hated Greeks."
Sigh. We're not staying in that house anymore. Which is sad. Next year we're staying in a bigger, more technologically advanced house. Which I'm happy about. The only thing I'll really miss is playing "rumors".
I accedently took a "smoothie card deck." two years ago, and I forgot to give it back. I guess i never will....hm.
[Edit]: People from the south think that when people from the north say, "Hells yeah", they're trying to sound ghetto. And of course we are. Except we're not trying to sound ghetto. We ARE.
I think I found the key to inner peace: Vacation.
I left CT feeling very hostile and now I'm happy once again.
And I rekindled an old friendship. That was the best part.
That now makes 1 down, about 3 to go.
I spent July 4th Rollin' with the Jacobucci's on the 4th of July on the boat. I didn't write about it because I figured everyone was out of the state. BUt anyway, it was fun. I met the extended Jacobucci family.
....and that's it.
So my vacation was cool. We left on the 6th for Virginia Beach.
It was like the craziest dream, the retro hotels with their "No Vacancy" signs, the Beer logo beach towels that covered every surf shop wall to wall, having my white "dress" blow up in the wind, reminiscant of The Seven Year Itch, and of course, getting hit on by guys in cars and on bikes. My only souvenier from VB was a shot glass. That about sums it up.
So then we left for OBX. OBX was a crazier dream.
On the first night, my cousin Megan was there with her fuck buddy, Alan. She and him and me and Jeremy and Melissa all stayed up and hottubbed and played "Outburst Jr." and "Rumors" together. I said a little too much about my personal life, as usual.
I watched Jeremy drink a beer.
After M and A left, Jeremy and I stayed up every single night and played "Rumors". We watched Family Guy at 11:00 and Dave Chappelle at 1:00. We listened to my iPod on speakerphones and I lipsynched "You sexy thing" at exactly 5:00.
Mom would find us asleep on the couch every single night.
It was strange, talking to my cousin like he was my best friend. It was revitalizing to tell him EVERYTHING. It was nice to have someone to listen.
The waves weren't that good, the weather was sticky, so the pool was used more often than the ocean.
I'd have the same breakfast and lunch every day.
And wash it down with 2 cans of Coke. I was worried that I'd kill myself from eating so much so fast.
We went parasailing. The driver of the boat was a tan Billy Idol with sunglasses. His nephew was his 30-year younger clone. As I was strapped in, Billy Sr. Asked me if I was Italian. I said, "No, I'm Greek." Billy Jr. asked if the Greeks hated the Turks. I said, "No." Then he said "I dated a girl who was Turkish and she hated Greeks."
Sigh. We're not staying in that house anymore. Which is sad. Next year we're staying in a bigger, more technologically advanced house. Which I'm happy about. The only thing I'll really miss is playing "rumors".
I accedently took a "smoothie card deck." two years ago, and I forgot to give it back. I guess i never will....hm.
[Edit]: People from the south think that when people from the north say, "Hells yeah", they're trying to sound ghetto. And of course we are. Except we're not trying to sound ghetto. We ARE.