vacation log

My vacation has begun. I said to hell with social awkwardness and went to the beach yesterday. Which involved half the time at the beach and the other half being exceptionally awkward. The day began rainy. When the sun hasn't started to show by a little after six, you know it's gonna be a rainy morning. And it was. I went so far as to head to the bank closest to the beach in an effort to see if it was one of those things where the storm was somehow ignoring said beach. Nope, it was worse. By ten, the sky was pretty frickin' unhappy and I thought well, there go the plans. So I left word with Mumsy to wake me up after noon and we'd see what was what. Yes, this is despite 11:30 being the original time of funtastic goodness. But it was pouring!

Yeah. Mumsy garbled the message, which I blame on my fantastic way with the language, and I called Cass back. She said we were so on, and came over to give me my presents. [A signed copy of some Storm graphic novel that she assures me is better than a Storm/Black Panther pairing really should be, and the first three Rozen Maiden volumes, along with the coupon for $10 off my next purchase of $50 or more. Which I could so do in my sleep.] We hung out a bit here, wished the boy a happy birthday, and went off towards her friend's apartment, despite friend not answering phone. We get there and second friend has already been up to the apartment and no one is answering. I was hoping Cass was still in her phase of collecting not-super skinny friends, but no. She's apparently off that phase and is collecting coupled up freakin' good looking friends. Which is not what a girl wants to see when she's being dragged to the beach, okay? So we cluster around the door, and Friend 2 is peeking in the window calling out, "Are you nekkid?" Yeah, yeah they kinda were. They both lied like dogs about this fact, but the moment Cassandra's hand hit the door knob, we heard shrieks of, "Wait! We'll be right out!" Not terribly damning on it's own, but Dude answers the door with, "yeah, sorry about that, we just woke up." No one's buying this, but no one says anything either. When Friend 1 appears, she says they just got back from church. Mmhmmmmmm. Anyway, seconds later they get to talking about drinking, debating the actual definition of an alcoholic without realizing that's what they were doing, and the daily 4:20 report. To which I've got nothing to add. Do what you wanna do, don't get so fucked up that you call me and do the "i love you, man" and then follow it up with TMI elsewhere, and we'll call it whatever. Not that anyone asked me, and Cass kept shooting me these looks like, "Oh, shit, didn't mean to cop to that." Which is just fab. Fifteen minutes after meeting two of these people [Dude and F2] and I'm sitting at the table wondering if maybe I should exaggerate the headache I can already feel coming on, cuz whoa. Nice enough people, nothing in common. Nooooooooothing. NOTHING. Can I repeat that again? NOTHING.
We head outside where the sun is shining and we're frying and waiting to leave. They'd debated how many cars to take and it was obvious Cass didn't want to take hers. Yet after we'd waited ten minutes and I could feel myself frying, F1 and Dude breeze past us, climb into the truck and leave us waiting around like idiots, Stimpy. Now, to be fair, they actually did it the most logical way possible, but still. I'm burning as we speak, guys, so really, couldn't we have left already?
To the beach! Where I don't fake a migraine or point out that after 15 hours without sleep, maybe lying out in the sun isn't the best idea. Instead we go past the washout, to the end of the road, park, head to the beach and then proceed to hike BACK another frickin' mile to meet some friends of F2. And this is the part I don't get. With the exception of covering up Dude in the sand, we spent NO time with these dudes at all. None. Nada. Cass doesn't wanna get her hair wet and it's high tide so she'd drown anyway, so we sit on the the beach and chat with F1 until she heads into the water. Five minutes later, F2 and Matt head out, deciding to leave the ocean so that F1 and Dude can do it. I'd give quotes and all, but that's pretty much exactly what was said. Eventually they stumble out of the water, Matt heads back in, and F2 spends the next half an hour trying to take a good bikini picture to send to her husband. I basically say nothing, not because I don't like them, but because I've got nothing to say. They're either chatting about work or people I don't know or it's not really a conversation you can jump in on and I'm sitting there, slowly burning, and thinking I'm so not a people person. And I feel bad because I probably came across as aloof at best, but... all evidence to the contrary aside, I'm not spectacularly chatty, especially not in large groups. You put me in a group with a whole bunch of people I know really well and like and I still won't necessarily yammer on.
I didn't bring my suit cuz a) I don't know where it is and b) I didn't know whether we'd make it to the beach or not. When we left, it didn't look good. Still, waded into the water to help Cass look for shells and that was fun.
Which was basically the whole point of going. Not the shells, although that was a highlight. It's the fact that I love the beach. Love, love, looooooove. Hate, hate, hate people though, so it's iffy. I could spend hours in the water [except not in freakishly high tide cuz then you risk funkier waves and I can't see without my glasses and I can't wear them in the ocean and you see where I'm going with this?] or staring at it, but you get me around people and I clam up. It ain't fun.
Still, fun. I managed to avoid any serious burning [how I love thee, cooling spray on lotion] but there's this spot on my left arm that somehow missed the spray. Plus, the time between sun and lotion turned my face a bit pink, but nothing horrible. Came home, hopped in the shower, and died a happy little death. [the walk back to the car sucked, but I think it would have sucked less if we'd actually walked back on the beach instead of on the road. Just sayin'...]
So day one was a sucess, I'd say.

Day two involved shopping for jeans. Now isn't the best time for it, though I figure give it another week or two and it might perk up. Found shorts instead, so this year I'll cave to the heat. Found a cute shirt that probably won't go with the shorts, but it's cute and it was on sale and I like it, so yay me. Also bought sandals because the flip flops wanted friends and these were pretty. Forgot to go to another store to find some other pairs of shoes, but these things happen. Day two brought us a taste of the Mocha Dream Chiller [it might be worth it] and my very own Chocolate Chocolate which tasted better until someone else took a sip of it. Then it was like I kept tasting the smell of Krispy Kreme. Which is gross. Some people loooooooooooove them. I used to be quite happy with them, but my heart still belongs to Circus Donuts, which is no more. I cry a little sometimes for that sad fact. I miss my snails, and zee Kreme doesn't really do anything like that. A girl can only tolerate so much glazed, and badly done at that.

Tomorrow I'm going to hang out with Tracy for a bit. We've no idea what to do, but I think that might be half the fun. We'll see. Pray it doesn't storm while we're out. [it's perfectly fine for afterwards though.] And if you're keeping track on the storms, yes, it poured off and on today too. Yay! :D