My dedicated fans have been asking for more, and I realize that I haven’t written a single word since May. Most of you might have thought I got sucked into some shady cult given my last posting, but fear not I am alive and kicking.
So much has transpired over the past few months, which I promise to explain in later postings- but for now I owe this one to Vacationland.
Everyone needs a little down time, a little sunshine, and a lot of drinking, laughter and of course kicking it back a few years and being fifteen for a few days.
So much has transpired over the past few months, which I promise to explain in later postings- but for now I owe this one to Vacationland.
Everyone needs a little down time, a little sunshine, and a lot of drinking, laughter and of course kicking it back a few years and being fifteen for a few days.
As I rocked out to Michael Jackson’s ( aka MJ) greatest hits on the drive down I looked forward to Vacationland.
As I approached my girlfriend’s beach front cottage, I caught a glimpse of her awaiting my arrival. Armed with colorful acrylic wine glasses and some classic Chardonnay, at two in the afternoon, vacation was under way.
Settling in, I took it all in. The sea air, the sound of the crashing waves against the beach. One cottage. Two couples. One very adorable and single guy two doors down... plus me. What are the odds?
Road Rockets in hand my girlfriend and I made it to the local bar...barely. We were joined by my girlfriend’s good friend from two doors down. We’re not so sure how we made the walk home- mangled, but the chivalrous Mr. Two Doors Down offered the ladies a ride home on his scooter. Relief struck us as we exited the bar to catch a ride on a sleek and stylish, two wheeled bike (or so we assumed).
As I approached my girlfriend’s beach front cottage, I caught a glimpse of her awaiting my arrival. Armed with colorful acrylic wine glasses and some classic Chardonnay, at two in the afternoon, vacation was under way.
Settling in, I took it all in. The sea air, the sound of the crashing waves against the beach. One cottage. Two couples. One very adorable and single guy two doors down... plus me. What are the odds?
Road Rockets in hand my girlfriend and I made it to the local bar...barely. We were joined by my girlfriend’s good friend from two doors down. We’re not so sure how we made the walk home- mangled, but the chivalrous Mr. Two Doors Down offered the ladies a ride home on his scooter. Relief struck us as we exited the bar to catch a ride on a sleek and stylish, two wheeled bike (or so we assumed).
Turns out, the glimmering silver object reflecting off the moonlight was in actuality a handled-bar skateboard with mini wheels. We nearly died of laughter- but also nearly died trying to actually use the damn thing ( due to levels of alcohol consumption). There was a bail out, more laughter and a black bruise to boot. Good times. We still suspect he stole it from the kid down the street.
As the sunshine rolled out, so did the memories. The gang of us beached it by day and binged by night. Over the course of the next four days we managed to* gaze at the stars, get super D (aka drunk) , takeover the door man’s job and card people at the bar, get kicked out of the bar, return home, make a bonfire, catch the sunrise, walk the beach like 15 year old teenagers drinks in hand at 5:30 in the morning, play beach baseball, be seduced by swingers and took a car for the ultimate ride.
As the sunshine rolled out, so did the memories. The gang of us beached it by day and binged by night. Over the course of the next four days we managed to* gaze at the stars, get super D (aka drunk) , takeover the door man’s job and card people at the bar, get kicked out of the bar, return home, make a bonfire, catch the sunrise, walk the beach like 15 year old teenagers drinks in hand at 5:30 in the morning, play beach baseball, be seduced by swingers and took a car for the ultimate ride.
Oh to be single, sexy and free in Vacationland.
* the inspiration for the prose was perfectly summarized by "Pete" and so I sheepishly admit that I borrowed some of his material. Thanks.
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