edge of america

Tonight I'm missing the weekend at Myrtle Beach, or the nights I would "borrow" [ahem] the car and head out to Folly Beach. MB because there were people to hang out with and a hottub *purr*, as well as a completely beautiful view while we were there. Full moon over the ocean, a nice breeze that grew warmer the longer we were there, and a balcony to walk out on. Sit there too, if one were inclined to chance getting their ass stuck in one of those flimsy plastic chairs, then stumble over the railing when you attempted to free your arse from said chair, thus cracking your head on the pavement below, OR, if you really got some distance, you might just land in the lazy river. Which, btw, is where I spent most of my water time while there. I also got supremely sunburnt on one shoulder from said LR. Anyway, the best part, other than the view, of that weekend, was feeling like I had more than two local friends. I got along with Rebekah [who is apparently now completely insane], Derrick and I could relate to being the non drinkers in the group [two of the legal ones, no less.], and as long as Shawn [shaun? sean? who knows] wasn't around, Robert was okay. Fun time. Beach. *purr* I need to be near water. Need to, damn it.

Folly because it was nice [if a bit depressing, but I'm a misery chick] to be out there at night and look at the water and just be awestruck by how beautiful it is. Especially one of those nights we went to see the -insert fancy name of the falling pieces of rocks I wanna call meteors-. Very, very pretty. Would have been even nicer had the surrounding area not been swarmed by people so stoned that they were seeing things. :p

Anyway. Very tired now, so I think I'll finish my pepsi, put this stuff away, and pass out like a good little impy.