the sun burns, oh how it burns
Aug. 16th, 2005 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI wonder if I'm sick. I say this because the room seems to be leaning to the right, and I suspect very highly that it's not so much the room as it is my perception of it. It's like being dizzy without spinning the rest of the half of the way.
So. Did you miss me?
Yeah, I can so totally tell by the love.
Narf.
How a weekend might be spent if you were me the last couple of days? You would have gone to Myrtle Beach, that's how it might have been if you were me. But you weren't, so you probably did other stuff.
While on the adventure you would have driven the odd surburban sprawl and the burned out trailers roadside eyesores that makeup the roads of SC. You would have heard a lot of dirty jokes, driven the new Cooper River bridge and stared sadly at the dying twin bridges, listened to music that makes you feel old for remembering it, or amused that someone would buy a certain CD. You would have overcome the urge to listen to your own CDs [one mix, two MCR], and instead played well with others. Sort of. You would have also felt quite a bit like a tagalong at times, but only towards the end of the trip when you just wanted to go home and would have killed for the opportunity to do so.
I had fun, I have to say that. I even bounced back from my burning desire to go home at all costs and had some more fun at the end of the trip. But I'm also learning that I don't really get the whole MB thing. I get the allure, but not why you'd do this frequently. I'm not a big shopper and we didn't hit the beach, so maybe that's it?
We drove up Sunday night, got there nine-something-ish. Fairly early, except for the whole part where none of us knew what was still open [things close early in SC, kay?] so instead we watched Comedy Central. I gotta confess, the Blue Collar Comedy Tour thing? Terribly hit or miss. I spent most of a certain dude's time on-air wondering if it was possible to die of anti-funny. Then there was the Roast of Pam Anderson. Which was really more of a never ending parade of Courtney Love jokes [and ohmylord, when she got the mic, it was just so painful to watch.], Andy Dick gay-jokes, and a running commentary on Tommy Lee's dick. For the love of god, am I the only person on the planet who'd be just peachy if I never heard another thing about him? It's also weird when you're in a room with two other girls, one of whom you thought you knew fairly well, and they comment on how they like him, and there's this deafening silence when you don't chime in with a "yeah, I can see it." Because, you know, I don't. :p
Then some CSI, and an attempt at sleep. I might add that this puts us at about 12:30am. I could not stay asleep. I'd keep waking up for the oddest little things, few of which are my normal "can't-sleep-outside-my-own-bed" problems. I did find out that it felt like I was going to slide off the bed because somehow the mattress and the boxspring broke up during the night, so my side was basically unsupported. And the reason my back was killing me so horribly was because I was about to start my period. Ugh. Sometime after I managed to fall to sleep again for what was probably the longest stretch, the fucking alarm clock went off. Only being half asleep I couldn't figure out what the sound was. Woke EVERYBODY up. Finally I hit some button and all was blessedly silent.
For about fifteen minutes. Turns out I found snooze. So, tried again, thinking I hit a different button. By this point, Ari was in the bathroom and would be in there for the next 45 minutes. o_O By the third time the alarm went off, I used my phone to light the way and found the instructions on how to turn the damn thing off. No one went back to sleep, though people faked it for awhile. By the time ari got out of the can, everyone was doing the, "oh god, hurry up!" dance. Unpleasant. :p There's a damn fine reason for most hotels to have the makeup mirror outside the bathroom, and I wish more would obey this school of thought.
So, we watched some TV while Penny got pretty. [I was the only girl not wearing eyeshadow and I felt a little underdone the whole day, man] MB has this channel that's nothing but tourist-centric commercials and it was so, so, SO awful. And so funny. About the time the ad for 'The Farmer's Daughter' came on, we were dying.
Breakfast. Call me crazy, but I like a bagel with creamcheese and grape jelly. I'm not sure my eggs should be square, and there's only so long you can be crammed into a room where one corner keeps making sounds like it's gonna collapse before you really have to leave. Back to the room!
Watched Charmed, realized I'm a hopeless dork. I really, really, really am. This point was hammered home numerous times during the weekend.
Before the end, after they'd swooned over Julian and made numerous whore-Phoebe comments and Ari got her cell issues worked out, we left the hotel room. Penny wanted to go shopping, so we hit the outlets. We hit KB [yay!] but I didn't see anything priced decently, so I didn't buy anything. Saved arianne from the ATM of doom that swiped $40 from her, and then she bought a purse. A dead sexy purse I might add, but still.. a purse. Lots of girlie shops and I just could not get into it. I don't have $200 to blow on shoes or a purse, and I don't have anything to go with a nice purse either. Shoe shopping was painful since I need new shoes something awful, but I didn't have the money. I felt like the only person who said "I don't have the money" and meant it. We eventually hit the Book Warehouse, and I spent $3.18 on a book. Walked around some more. Taunted by more shoes. Avoided a trip to some diamond store because I couldn't work up the enthusiasm to look at something no one will ever, ever, EVER buy for me, and heaven knows full well they were looking at rings. Luckily Derrick sat that one out too.
On to margaritaville! Yeah. Know what? Fun was had. I enjoyed it. Cheeseburger in Paradise is yummy in the tummy and all that. Had a drink too. Because, you know, lunch. And I firmly believe if you aren't going to do two of the following three things, you shouldn't be in MB: drink, shop, or hit the beach. So, we shopped and had a drink. Found out that the best time to steal from customers at margaritaville is during the Hurricane Party thing. I couldn't move there were so many fucking people behind my chair when the hurricane did it's thing. Fuckwads, some of us are trying to eat.
Wheeeee. On to Broadway at the Beach. Which I've been to. At the second shop, I bought an Amy Lee poster. And then we walked around until I think Ari and I were going to pass out from the heat. Lots of nifty things, I might add, but I had. No. Money. [lunch was $20, the poster was 9 something, and the book we've discussed. So far, the only person who spent less was Derrick. I think.]
When we nearly died, we finally got to leave. [Water should never cost a buck fifteen for a normal sized bottle. Never.] Only we then drove around looking for some store we never found and ended up at the mall. Where I was so fucking tired I just wanted to go home. The place was nice and air conditioned though. Lots of the blonde beach bunny types, but also the odd goth/punk/emo pair wandering around to spice things up. Hot Topic, remind me to rant about later. Resisted the urge to buy a MCR bag [wanted. so. bad.], ditto for the MCR shirt I would never wear because it's red. Didn't get the black one either. I bought nothing at the mall except a drink, I might add. I resisted the music store, didn't go to Books a Million, and whatever other stores that tempted me. I was going to buy some really soft socks, but no one would fucking ring me up, so they lost that sale. And since I was so out of it, I didn't bother to try and keep the person who wanted to spend money interested, so she left too. I love horrible customer service at places you know rely on their sales to keep a certain wench employed. Heh. People watched for an hour or so, Ari left her bath and body words purchase at the nut stand, so she and Derrick went back for it.
Which reminds me. As we were leaving, Arianne decided to ask me whether I'd had sex with Ryan. Only she never asked, and I couldn't figure out exactly what she was asking. So I told her that, and Penny and Derrick came back to see what she was asking and I think I turned twelve shades of red. Because, just... not something I expected. Thanks, Cassandra. Thanks a whole lot.
Dinner at Phillips where at the end, this woman came up to us for a survey. Only she knew where we stayed the night before, where we'd had lunch, and was leaving to go back to Charleston the same time we were. Stalker! Now I have a coupon for a dish I will probably never order.
The ride home was Mariah Carrey filled. I dozed off, but then woke up to discuss various movies with Derrick.
Can you tell I'm tired again? Yeah. Sleep. I've got to work.
So. Did you miss me?
Yeah, I can so totally tell by the love.
Narf.
How a weekend might be spent if you were me the last couple of days? You would have gone to Myrtle Beach, that's how it might have been if you were me. But you weren't, so you probably did other stuff.
While on the adventure you would have driven the odd surburban sprawl and the burned out trailers roadside eyesores that makeup the roads of SC. You would have heard a lot of dirty jokes, driven the new Cooper River bridge and stared sadly at the dying twin bridges, listened to music that makes you feel old for remembering it, or amused that someone would buy a certain CD. You would have overcome the urge to listen to your own CDs [one mix, two MCR], and instead played well with others. Sort of. You would have also felt quite a bit like a tagalong at times, but only towards the end of the trip when you just wanted to go home and would have killed for the opportunity to do so.
I had fun, I have to say that. I even bounced back from my burning desire to go home at all costs and had some more fun at the end of the trip. But I'm also learning that I don't really get the whole MB thing. I get the allure, but not why you'd do this frequently. I'm not a big shopper and we didn't hit the beach, so maybe that's it?
We drove up Sunday night, got there nine-something-ish. Fairly early, except for the whole part where none of us knew what was still open [things close early in SC, kay?] so instead we watched Comedy Central. I gotta confess, the Blue Collar Comedy Tour thing? Terribly hit or miss. I spent most of a certain dude's time on-air wondering if it was possible to die of anti-funny. Then there was the Roast of Pam Anderson. Which was really more of a never ending parade of Courtney Love jokes [and ohmylord, when she got the mic, it was just so painful to watch.], Andy Dick gay-jokes, and a running commentary on Tommy Lee's dick. For the love of god, am I the only person on the planet who'd be just peachy if I never heard another thing about him? It's also weird when you're in a room with two other girls, one of whom you thought you knew fairly well, and they comment on how they like him, and there's this deafening silence when you don't chime in with a "yeah, I can see it." Because, you know, I don't. :p
Then some CSI, and an attempt at sleep. I might add that this puts us at about 12:30am. I could not stay asleep. I'd keep waking up for the oddest little things, few of which are my normal "can't-sleep-outside-my-own-bed" problems. I did find out that it felt like I was going to slide off the bed because somehow the mattress and the boxspring broke up during the night, so my side was basically unsupported. And the reason my back was killing me so horribly was because I was about to start my period. Ugh. Sometime after I managed to fall to sleep again for what was probably the longest stretch, the fucking alarm clock went off. Only being half asleep I couldn't figure out what the sound was. Woke EVERYBODY up. Finally I hit some button and all was blessedly silent.
For about fifteen minutes. Turns out I found snooze. So, tried again, thinking I hit a different button. By this point, Ari was in the bathroom and would be in there for the next 45 minutes. o_O By the third time the alarm went off, I used my phone to light the way and found the instructions on how to turn the damn thing off. No one went back to sleep, though people faked it for awhile. By the time ari got out of the can, everyone was doing the, "oh god, hurry up!" dance. Unpleasant. :p There's a damn fine reason for most hotels to have the makeup mirror outside the bathroom, and I wish more would obey this school of thought.
So, we watched some TV while Penny got pretty. [I was the only girl not wearing eyeshadow and I felt a little underdone the whole day, man] MB has this channel that's nothing but tourist-centric commercials and it was so, so, SO awful. And so funny. About the time the ad for 'The Farmer's Daughter' came on, we were dying.
Breakfast. Call me crazy, but I like a bagel with creamcheese and grape jelly. I'm not sure my eggs should be square, and there's only so long you can be crammed into a room where one corner keeps making sounds like it's gonna collapse before you really have to leave. Back to the room!
Watched Charmed, realized I'm a hopeless dork. I really, really, really am. This point was hammered home numerous times during the weekend.
Before the end, after they'd swooned over Julian and made numerous whore-Phoebe comments and Ari got her cell issues worked out, we left the hotel room. Penny wanted to go shopping, so we hit the outlets. We hit KB [yay!] but I didn't see anything priced decently, so I didn't buy anything. Saved arianne from the ATM of doom that swiped $40 from her, and then she bought a purse. A dead sexy purse I might add, but still.. a purse. Lots of girlie shops and I just could not get into it. I don't have $200 to blow on shoes or a purse, and I don't have anything to go with a nice purse either. Shoe shopping was painful since I need new shoes something awful, but I didn't have the money. I felt like the only person who said "I don't have the money" and meant it. We eventually hit the Book Warehouse, and I spent $3.18 on a book. Walked around some more. Taunted by more shoes. Avoided a trip to some diamond store because I couldn't work up the enthusiasm to look at something no one will ever, ever, EVER buy for me, and heaven knows full well they were looking at rings. Luckily Derrick sat that one out too.
On to margaritaville! Yeah. Know what? Fun was had. I enjoyed it. Cheeseburger in Paradise is yummy in the tummy and all that. Had a drink too. Because, you know, lunch. And I firmly believe if you aren't going to do two of the following three things, you shouldn't be in MB: drink, shop, or hit the beach. So, we shopped and had a drink. Found out that the best time to steal from customers at margaritaville is during the Hurricane Party thing. I couldn't move there were so many fucking people behind my chair when the hurricane did it's thing. Fuckwads, some of us are trying to eat.
Wheeeee. On to Broadway at the Beach. Which I've been to. At the second shop, I bought an Amy Lee poster. And then we walked around until I think Ari and I were going to pass out from the heat. Lots of nifty things, I might add, but I had. No. Money. [lunch was $20, the poster was 9 something, and the book we've discussed. So far, the only person who spent less was Derrick. I think.]
When we nearly died, we finally got to leave. [Water should never cost a buck fifteen for a normal sized bottle. Never.] Only we then drove around looking for some store we never found and ended up at the mall. Where I was so fucking tired I just wanted to go home. The place was nice and air conditioned though. Lots of the blonde beach bunny types, but also the odd goth/punk/emo pair wandering around to spice things up. Hot Topic, remind me to rant about later. Resisted the urge to buy a MCR bag [wanted. so. bad.], ditto for the MCR shirt I would never wear because it's red. Didn't get the black one either. I bought nothing at the mall except a drink, I might add. I resisted the music store, didn't go to Books a Million, and whatever other stores that tempted me. I was going to buy some really soft socks, but no one would fucking ring me up, so they lost that sale. And since I was so out of it, I didn't bother to try and keep the person who wanted to spend money interested, so she left too. I love horrible customer service at places you know rely on their sales to keep a certain wench employed. Heh. People watched for an hour or so, Ari left her bath and body words purchase at the nut stand, so she and Derrick went back for it.
Which reminds me. As we were leaving, Arianne decided to ask me whether I'd had sex with Ryan. Only she never asked, and I couldn't figure out exactly what she was asking. So I told her that, and Penny and Derrick came back to see what she was asking and I think I turned twelve shades of red. Because, just... not something I expected. Thanks, Cassandra. Thanks a whole lot.
Dinner at Phillips where at the end, this woman came up to us for a survey. Only she knew where we stayed the night before, where we'd had lunch, and was leaving to go back to Charleston the same time we were. Stalker! Now I have a coupon for a dish I will probably never order.
The ride home was Mariah Carrey filled. I dozed off, but then woke up to discuss various movies with Derrick.
Can you tell I'm tired again? Yeah. Sleep. I've got to work.
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Date: 2005-08-17 12:52 am (UTC)Have I told you that now I'm OBSESSED with Bratz? xD
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Date: 2005-08-17 04:47 am (UTC)And you hadn't shared the news! But the Punks shall own the souls of all who are worthy. Those who aren't, well, they were destroyed. ;)
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Date: 2005-08-17 04:51 am (UTC)And yes! The Punks rule the world. I have two of them, plus another boy and girl...I can't remember what collection they're from because it's like eleven o'clock at night and my brain stopped working a coule hours ago. xD
My new mission in life is to get all the Campfire Bratz though, because they rock muchly. *nods*