Jun 01, 2009 10:00
But, I'm not complaining. Thursday during the chaos that is called my job, I texted Nick that I need to get the hell out of here this weekend and that he was coming with me. He suggested Ocean City, Maryland and I agreed. So, I drove to his house after work Friday night and we left from there. We got to OC about 3:00 saturday morning. He promptly passed out, I however heard every noise in the crap-hole hotel room (hey, it was cheap and close to the beach, I sucked it up) and didn't sleep at all. I realized after we got there that I didn't pack sunglasses, a beach towel, or sunscreen, so I had to go and pick some up at Sunsations. Saturday was spent hanging out on the beach and the boardwalk. I of course got a wicked sunburn on most of my exposed skin. After dinner at the greasiest seafood buffet I've ever seen, we found a Pittsburgh sports bar and watched the first period of the Pens game. But, it was so crowded that Nick didn't want to stay, so we went back to the room. I managed to stay awake until about 3 minutes into the 3rd period, then I was comatose until 5 am when the crazy ass neighbors began their ritual pounding on the door all night because they are too stupid to carry a key. Sunday morning we got up and since it was kind of raining, we just hit the road early. Even though we had a few let downs in the way of hotel, food, and possible skin cancer, I still had a great time and didn't want to come home. And, the funny thing is, I didn't have a headache the entire time we were there. As soon as we got about 2 hours outside of PA, my flaming headache that I had rocked 4 days last week came back. Oh, and I still have it. I'm thinking that I need to move to sealevel for my health.