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I'm sleepy. Spending the day at a beach house will do that to you, I suppose. *yawns* It's funny, all we did was clean off a couple of tables, sweep a little, and then sit around enjoying the wonder that is a sea breeze, despite the actual ocean being a ...longer walk than I'd like to think of away.
*yawns again* So, this beach house is in the shape of an octagon. Which is, in and of itself, fairly weird. It was also teal and purple/pink/something weird. So, there's this spaceship of a house, propped up on stilts and with this weird cylindrical base that I guess is where the AC and things are. God knows, I didn't venture down the stairs until it was time to leave. The lawn was trying to creep up the stairs and had made good progress, I might add.
So, the house has a purple door, and we go inside, and it is this mixture of cool beyond belief and very, very weird. The paint job is baby blue and this funky orange I can't really explain. Not that you really pay attention to it, what with there only being a limited amount of wall space because, duh, beach house. So there are tons of window walls, that are actually sliding glass doors. Very cool. If you ignore the spiderwebs clinging to them on the outside. Which I will. Outside of these windows was a walkway to the porch, which is also through one of the doors. The walkway/porch wraps halfway around the house. Funness!
Anyway, while inside, I look around. The music selction is nothing but women. Alt rock/Indie to be exact. I muse and look and see mermaids on the walls of various shapes and sizes, all with one thing in common. They've got no seashell bra. Then I see the painting. One of those that looked identical to this quilt my friend's mom made, and claimed was a tulip. [Incidentally, said mother was the one who was having friend and I clean up a smidge] Which, btw, was no tulip. The quilt this looked identical to, was dubbed "the vagina quilt!" shortly after creation. Sooooo, I'm a pondering all this when I see the picture of two older women kissing. Having never met the woman who lives at the house, I can't be sure that she's either of the women in the photo.
Then Arianne [the friend] looks at the music selection and asks, "Does she not like guys? ...At all?" Confirmation given on photo status. So we got to spend the rest of the afternoon pointing out the various mermaids, witches, and busty wenches floating around the house. That didn't take long.
So we resorted to the fun job of playing hangman. You know you and your friend are far too close when you know exactly what this is, without guessing a single letter:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
g e t y o u r d a m n h a n d s o f f t h e b o a r d
[answer provided because you'd never get it.] It's a long standing joke between us. *cackle*
Laaaa. We were there for a little less than 4 hours, which is a long time to be without a phone, TV, or the knowledge that we'd be there long enough to go to the actual beach and back... ;)
*finishes her d/l spree for the evening and sends warm fuzzies to allison*
*yawns again* So, this beach house is in the shape of an octagon. Which is, in and of itself, fairly weird. It was also teal and purple/pink/something weird. So, there's this spaceship of a house, propped up on stilts and with this weird cylindrical base that I guess is where the AC and things are. God knows, I didn't venture down the stairs until it was time to leave. The lawn was trying to creep up the stairs and had made good progress, I might add.
So, the house has a purple door, and we go inside, and it is this mixture of cool beyond belief and very, very weird. The paint job is baby blue and this funky orange I can't really explain. Not that you really pay attention to it, what with there only being a limited amount of wall space because, duh, beach house. So there are tons of window walls, that are actually sliding glass doors. Very cool. If you ignore the spiderwebs clinging to them on the outside. Which I will. Outside of these windows was a walkway to the porch, which is also through one of the doors. The walkway/porch wraps halfway around the house. Funness!
Anyway, while inside, I look around. The music selction is nothing but women. Alt rock/Indie to be exact. I muse and look and see mermaids on the walls of various shapes and sizes, all with one thing in common. They've got no seashell bra. Then I see the painting. One of those that looked identical to this quilt my friend's mom made, and claimed was a tulip. [Incidentally, said mother was the one who was having friend and I clean up a smidge] Which, btw, was no tulip. The quilt this looked identical to, was dubbed "the vagina quilt!" shortly after creation. Sooooo, I'm a pondering all this when I see the picture of two older women kissing. Having never met the woman who lives at the house, I can't be sure that she's either of the women in the photo.
Then Arianne [the friend] looks at the music selection and asks, "Does she not like guys? ...At all?" Confirmation given on photo status. So we got to spend the rest of the afternoon pointing out the various mermaids, witches, and busty wenches floating around the house. That didn't take long.
So we resorted to the fun job of playing hangman. You know you and your friend are far too close when you know exactly what this is, without guessing a single letter:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
g e t y o u r d a m n h a n d s o f f t h e b o a r d
[answer provided because you'd never get it.] It's a long standing joke between us. *cackle*
Laaaa. We were there for a little less than 4 hours, which is a long time to be without a phone, TV, or the knowledge that we'd be there long enough to go to the actual beach and back... ;)
*finishes her d/l spree for the evening and sends warm fuzzies to allison*
