Well, I’m back from beach week now. I’ll give the rundown.
Day 1: Almost got evicted. Three girls in a motel room, and we almost got evicted. We weren’t even there 5 minutes before the boys upstairs invited us to their party, but did they get evicted? nooo, we have a few friend over for some pong, and we get threatened with eviction. I’ll be honest, I’m a little bitter. Otherwise, we all got drunk and frolicked on the beach. And how do you spell easy? A-M-Y. My dear friend Amy found making friends very easy… She didn’t seem to mind laying over a few boys on the drunk bus and sharing a few kisses.
A typical conversation between her and a new boy would go as follows:
Amy (slurring) “hiiiiii!”
Boy “Hello”
Amy (still slurring) “how are you?”
Boy “good. you been drinking” (as he begins to think he might get lucky)
Amy (giggling and slurring) “you’re cuuute!” *kiss!*
Boy “oohh”
The rest of us “AMY! This is our stop lets GO!”
Amy (sigh) “gosh… BYE BOY!”
Now, just imagine her laying across two boys laps on a bus, or sitting waiting to get on a bus at the bus stop. But it’s alright, She’s still a great party buddy, when she isn’t looking to get raped…
More about about the drunk bus though. Many a times I found myself on the drunk bus, which runs from the inlet at Ocean city all the way to Delaware, at around 3am. You meet the most amusing people. At one point, we were sitting on the bus and across from us were these two boys who had been evicted from their place and frankly had no where to go. Their solution? Ride the bus….all night long. I guess they didn’t really have a choice seeing as it is illegal to sleep on the beach, even though I saw a few people doing so. At least…I think they were sleeping.
This is where Cartman echos in my head about sand in the vagina. Srsly uncomfortable sex, no?
Day 2: the only day I got to spend on the beach. Burnt my legs. Drank and got my ass kicked at pong. Otherwise boring night. Of course, we only got to drink after we got to my friend’s place and she told us no party. We walked for ages and then got turned down. Was not pleased. Then a bunch of my friends passed out on the beach.
Moving on.
Day 3: It was cloudy so no beach 
but then we went up to my friend’s party way up on 133rd street (we were on 29th - long bus ride). That was a great time. Played some more pong on their ridiculously short table. One guy though, did about 15 beer bongs? Something ridiculous like that. Projectile vomited, then spent at least 2 hours over a trashcan before passing out naked on the toilet. There were pictures, but I wasn’t able to get one with my camera, otherwise I would totally post it. We decided to leave once two more people passed out in the other bathroom so we couldn’t even get the door open.
Day 4: Woke up at like 3pm. Watched Brink, the old Disney movie about inline skating. Did not step out of my motel room till my boyfriend got there. Was very excited. Went back to my friend’s from the night before. Watched my boyfriend dominate at pong. Found out almost everyone watched Brink that day. At one point, I believe I was wearing a tinfoil bra and skirt. Then my friend got really sick, threw up all over my jeans and feet. Again, was NOT pleased. My friend and I had to step in the shower to wash off our feet, of course, the bathroom was in high demand so while he had the water running we were having a conversation with this boy that was going to the bathroom. Good thing we had been drinking, otherwise that might have been awkward. My boyfriend and I left. I don’t remember the bus ride home. I do remember that after I passed out that night for two hours when we got back, I had a darn good time.
Apparently, after we left the police came because some of the friends of the girl that got sick were worried about her, like she had alcohol poisoning or something-hah-but they left, and didn’t warn anyone before the called. Most my friends got $500 citations that well, suck.
Day 5: Went to hooters. I got a tank top. It was awesome. Of course while we were there, my friend went to the bathroom, and there were some guys huffing something and my friend got a whiff of it. He wasn’t right all night. He described it like “it looks like it’s day time…AT NIGHT!” We were a little worried. Went to bed late.
Day 6: got RUDELY woken up by our gay land lord person really early because we missed check out. He gave me a panic attack. Literally couldn’t breath, rapid heart rate, and crying. We had to pack up EVERYTHING in less than 15 minutes while he was yelling at us and threating to have us arrested for trespassing. Not. Cool. Played some mini golf to calm down, then drove home. My friends slept while I drove. The only perk? Cheap gas.
I was so glad to be home.
I’ve decided that beach week is really just all hype with little delivery. Or else, I just didn’t do it right. People keep asking me how my trip was. I’ll be honest, I don’t really want to talk about it.
Oh! and I have a new laptop! yay! =D
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