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Sooooooo.... I had a weekend.
A 4 day weekend. I just got a van. Theres a beach only about an hour or so away.
So I load 6 other people into my van and head out to the island.
They drank rum and beers on the way, I got a little grouchy cause I had to wait till we got there. Well, I didn't have to but I thought letting them drink while on the road was as far as I was willing to push my luck with the law.
The night started off pretty nice, of course I might just think that cause I spent the time it took Mark & Bryant setting up the fire to polish off a quarter bottle of tequila. Playing catchup is fun.
So I ended up on top of the van for a while, they cooked hotdogs, I helped them set up their tent (which didnt stand up long with the strong breeze on the beach).
I finished off a bottle of brandy, ran off to hang out with some guys further down the beach that were apparently rolling. What was really crazy about it, one of the guys was blind, and there was another laying in a trunk.
I don't really remember much else of that night, other than my friend saying I fell asleep in the sand next to the van.
I woke up the next morning sleeping in the bed in the back of my van, and had to take a moment to recall what had happened and why I was alone. Though I must say, it was very refreshing to wake up this way. Sea breeze coming through the window, nice and cool, sounds from the surf... yeah, I could live with that. I vaguely recall somebody griping about how the tent wont stay up so we can't stay. Then I recall that we had needed a jump, and that I am currently in the parking lot for the ferry. The battery is dead, and a jump wont work since the alternator is apparently gone. The people that I was with called somebody to come pick them up in the middle of the night, and in my drunken sleep state I refused to leave my van. So I'm effectively stranded, with the nearest people I know over an hour away.
What could I do?
I said fuck it, I'm gonna find a way outta here. So I start walking.
I ask around for directions to the nearest place to get get what I need to get up and running. This is the fun part: it's on 68th and the seawall... When you finally get down Ferry Drive to the seawall, you're pretty much at 1st Street. If it weren't for all the walking this would have been a truly awesome day. I discovered that people on the beach arent ones to jump up and help you out by giving you a ride to where you're going, but they're quick to offer you a beer instead. So making my way down the seawall became a different sort of adventure than originally anticipated. I even stopped to swim out into the surf a couple of times. Met some interesting people, including a chick that offered to smoke with me back at her hotel room. Well, I followed, got held up for a couple of hours, had a shower, even partook a little, and then had to continue on my way as she had no car and had to be somewhere in the next 30 minutes. Well, I finally got to the store past 6pm after having started at 11am, but it was all good... open 24 hours.
The walk back, took a nap on a bench, was offered more beer, picked up a shopping cart since my arms were getting tired of carrying shit, and was ultimately offered a ride sometime around 9pm somewhere near 30-something-th street. Got back to the ferry, rode it across to where my van was parked, only to come to realize, the tools I bought were lacking in usefulness. So I solicit the help of a couple of sheriff's that were parked nearby. Long story short, (a little too late for that, but I'm going to use it cause I like the phrase) I got home around 11.
With a hellacious sunburn.
But yeah, aside from the walk and the sunburn, great weekend.
A 4 day weekend. I just got a van. Theres a beach only about an hour or so away.
So I load 6 other people into my van and head out to the island.
They drank rum and beers on the way, I got a little grouchy cause I had to wait till we got there. Well, I didn't have to but I thought letting them drink while on the road was as far as I was willing to push my luck with the law.
The night started off pretty nice, of course I might just think that cause I spent the time it took Mark & Bryant setting up the fire to polish off a quarter bottle of tequila. Playing catchup is fun.
So I ended up on top of the van for a while, they cooked hotdogs, I helped them set up their tent (which didnt stand up long with the strong breeze on the beach).
I finished off a bottle of brandy, ran off to hang out with some guys further down the beach that were apparently rolling. What was really crazy about it, one of the guys was blind, and there was another laying in a trunk.
I don't really remember much else of that night, other than my friend saying I fell asleep in the sand next to the van.
I woke up the next morning sleeping in the bed in the back of my van, and had to take a moment to recall what had happened and why I was alone. Though I must say, it was very refreshing to wake up this way. Sea breeze coming through the window, nice and cool, sounds from the surf... yeah, I could live with that. I vaguely recall somebody griping about how the tent wont stay up so we can't stay. Then I recall that we had needed a jump, and that I am currently in the parking lot for the ferry. The battery is dead, and a jump wont work since the alternator is apparently gone. The people that I was with called somebody to come pick them up in the middle of the night, and in my drunken sleep state I refused to leave my van. So I'm effectively stranded, with the nearest people I know over an hour away.
What could I do?
I said fuck it, I'm gonna find a way outta here. So I start walking.
I ask around for directions to the nearest place to get get what I need to get up and running. This is the fun part: it's on 68th and the seawall... When you finally get down Ferry Drive to the seawall, you're pretty much at 1st Street. If it weren't for all the walking this would have been a truly awesome day. I discovered that people on the beach arent ones to jump up and help you out by giving you a ride to where you're going, but they're quick to offer you a beer instead. So making my way down the seawall became a different sort of adventure than originally anticipated. I even stopped to swim out into the surf a couple of times. Met some interesting people, including a chick that offered to smoke with me back at her hotel room. Well, I followed, got held up for a couple of hours, had a shower, even partook a little, and then had to continue on my way as she had no car and had to be somewhere in the next 30 minutes. Well, I finally got to the store past 6pm after having started at 11am, but it was all good... open 24 hours.
The walk back, took a nap on a bench, was offered more beer, picked up a shopping cart since my arms were getting tired of carrying shit, and was ultimately offered a ride sometime around 9pm somewhere near 30-something-th street. Got back to the ferry, rode it across to where my van was parked, only to come to realize, the tools I bought were lacking in usefulness. So I solicit the help of a couple of sheriff's that were parked nearby. Long story short, (a little too late for that, but I'm going to use it cause I like the phrase) I got home around 11.
With a hellacious sunburn.
But yeah, aside from the walk and the sunburn, great weekend.