the beach was great. thanks to me actually using sunscreen for once, i didn't burn. (i listened when anne was yelling about skin cancer). we had beautiful weather the whole week, except for one terrific thunderstorm. to me, it was a normal, coastal area thunderstorm. but to all of my "live their whole lives 10 hours from the beach" friends, it was the coolest thing ever. i got such a kick out of them running around outside and oohing and ahhing over the lightening. the house was really nice, even if we were cramming in about three more people than it was supposed to hold. hooray for air mattresses! it was in north myrtle (in fact, it was as far north myrtle as you could get without falling off the end of the beach), and there was barely anybody else there the whole week. which was good, considering the volume to which we played our music. we also managed to survive the week without breaking anything in the house (people who saw the closet of empty alcohol bottles will understand the enormity of this achievement). i was a little worried when i heard dan say "i want to build a rocket" and "where are the propane canisters?" within a fairly short time period, but once those were hidden, things were fine.
we didn't go out too much, just stayed at the house most of the week. as a result, we reached the point where we were living on ramen. (we had three cases of it - hey, it was cheap.) we found a great seafood restaurant one night, followed by a trek to the real myrtle beach afterwards. we decided that the main strip at myrtle beach is extremely tacky, and we were glad we weren't staying there. especially since the creepy guy at the ripley's museum kept yelling at jess. we did meet half the myrtle beach fire department at a bar, though. our last night we went to broadway on the beach. we walked around for a little while, then jess found karaoke so all was right with the world. she and sarah even won t-shirts. i don't know if it was because the dj felt bad for making fun of them, or if he was just stunned by their very, very caucasian version of "whatta man". probably a little of both. afterwards, jess, anne, and i went to denny's and ate freakishly large amounts of breakfast food.
oh, and great enjoyment was taken from the fact that we happened to be at the beach during Black Bike Week (the week before had been Harley Week). it was like every black person on the eastern seaboard who owned a motorcycle was there. we felt very white. we had a great desire to go to the rally on saturday night, but figured it probably wasn't a good idea.
the only bad part was that halfway through the week, they closed down a bunch of the side roads, so we couldn't get to the video store to return the movie. dan's solution: hop out of the car in the middle of the highway, and give it to the cop. amazingly enough, it worked. so we didn't return the big lebowski to blockbuster, we returned it to a south carolina highway patrolman.
once again, my life is not normal.
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