May 11
food- half bagel w/ cr ch, oj
turk sand, orzo, chips, cookies, goldfish, cashews
hushpuppies, salad, shrimp n grits, mai tai, choc cake
exercise- bike ride
Another good day at Folly Beach. Today I woke up before 9 with no alarm. That proves to me that my life isn't where I want it to be, outside of this vacation. Because it shows that i can wake up ready to start the day, and function perfectly fine on less than 8 or nine hours of sleep. After some reading time post-breakfast, we packed up to head to the beach. Patrick and Jonathan didn't go though. Patrick went to the store and Jonathan had to get some work done, which was a little sad. Anyway, it was great weather, even though it like threatened to storm for a little while. My shoulders and chest and stomach are all a little burned, but I just love being in the sun (yes i wear sunscreen religiously, sometimes the burn just doesn't show up til later). We went in for a normal lunch, and after that I read some more. I took a nice bike ride across the island. Because I have a hard time checking for cars behind me, I practiced steering with one hand at a time and such. I love Folly- lots of eclectic people and places on the island, which are always fun to discover. After my bike ride, I finished my book in time to take a shower before dinner. I was reading Angels & Demons. I liked the science and the puzzles, but I thought the ending was kinda lacking. Not sure what it was lacking, but something. A good book and perfect beach read nonetheless. Dinner was spent at the Charleston Crab House with Fred Rose. He sings in the choir with my mom, and he is from Charleston originally. He is in town because his mother is dying (she is only 63). He is just really great. We call him Brother Fred and pretend he is the 4th child in the family. He is really hilarious and does great impressions. I am glad that he feels like my mom is his surrogate "choir mom" and that we could be supportive of him in this incredibly sad time for him. Regardless of that sadness, the dinner was cheerful to say the least. It was so much fun, in fact, that my mom ordered dessert in order to prolong it, which is really not typical of her. I talked to Blake last night. He apparently has been in Tuscaloosa for a while, working as a cook, but he is now back in Lawrenceville. He wants to take me out when I get back in town. I don't know what to think of that, but I want to go regardless.
turk sand, orzo, chips, cookies, goldfish, cashews
hushpuppies, salad, shrimp n grits, mai tai, choc cake
exercise- bike ride
Another good day at Folly Beach. Today I woke up before 9 with no alarm. That proves to me that my life isn't where I want it to be, outside of this vacation. Because it shows that i can wake up ready to start the day, and function perfectly fine on less than 8 or nine hours of sleep. After some reading time post-breakfast, we packed up to head to the beach. Patrick and Jonathan didn't go though. Patrick went to the store and Jonathan had to get some work done, which was a little sad. Anyway, it was great weather, even though it like threatened to storm for a little while. My shoulders and chest and stomach are all a little burned, but I just love being in the sun (yes i wear sunscreen religiously, sometimes the burn just doesn't show up til later). We went in for a normal lunch, and after that I read some more. I took a nice bike ride across the island. Because I have a hard time checking for cars behind me, I practiced steering with one hand at a time and such. I love Folly- lots of eclectic people and places on the island, which are always fun to discover. After my bike ride, I finished my book in time to take a shower before dinner. I was reading Angels & Demons. I liked the science and the puzzles, but I thought the ending was kinda lacking. Not sure what it was lacking, but something. A good book and perfect beach read nonetheless. Dinner was spent at the Charleston Crab House with Fred Rose. He sings in the choir with my mom, and he is from Charleston originally. He is in town because his mother is dying (she is only 63). He is just really great. We call him Brother Fred and pretend he is the 4th child in the family. He is really hilarious and does great impressions. I am glad that he feels like my mom is his surrogate "choir mom" and that we could be supportive of him in this incredibly sad time for him. Regardless of that sadness, the dinner was cheerful to say the least. It was so much fun, in fact, that my mom ordered dessert in order to prolong it, which is really not typical of her. I talked to Blake last night. He apparently has been in Tuscaloosa for a while, working as a cook, but he is now back in Lawrenceville. He wants to take me out when I get back in town. I don't know what to think of that, but I want to go regardless.