So it's been a while. I'm not going to apologize for this because that's just me. I am erratic with my postings, and I accept this about myself. I certainly hope you can do the same.
The past couple weeks of my life have consisted entirely of living the dream. Nothing more, nothing less.
KERRYPALOOZA
It all began two weeks ago, early Monday morning when I woke up at the ungodly hour of 530am to meet daddy at peachtree dekalb airport for a 630am departure to St Simons Island in the 182. Sadly, the skies were not smiling upon us. They were trying their very best to ruin my life, actually. Forget the 182--a couple of clicks later, I was booked to fly out of Hartsfield Jackson at 10am (ridiculous, I am aware). This left me ample time to grab a Starbucks and sit myself in a prime spot at my gate for people-watching, one of my all-time favorite past times. So take that cloud beeotches.
I landed in Brunswick, GA approximately 50 minutes after takeoff, where Melanie and sweet Anne came and picked me up. I hopped in and we found a DQ with the help of my precious crackberry so that we could buy sweet baby Kerry an ice cream cake with those delicious crumblies all up in it. mmmm. We decided against the cake that had a dead bug on it, and instead opted for the one that said "Happy Birthday Tink". It was a tough call, but I think we made the right choice.
Then we hit the BEACHHH. I was so freaking ready for it, too. I donned my new bikini and ray bans, lathered on some spf, and plopped my butt down in the sand. Glorious. We spent the day reading cosmo, chatting, munching on goldfish, singing, and peeing in the water every so often. The palooza crew consisted of Kerry's forever friends: past roomie (a haire), current roomie (smel--that other cretin in their room doesn't count), future roomie (me), bembry, anne, scott, and amy. We missed the lozano seesters and jamie, but there will be other beach trips. I insist.
the crew: amy, bembry, anne, scott, kerry, me, smel, and alison
Night one we went out for a fancy schmancy dinner for Kerry's birthday. Bembry was obliterated. Appropriate. She had stashed a sizeable amount of vodka in her purse, and made herself a dirty shirley at dinner. Actually it was more of just a dirty. No shirley involved, but I think Gatorade was involved.. Don't worry about it. The dinner was de-freaking-licious. We got this big-ass bowl of salad for the table with all of these delectable dressings, in addition to multiple loaves of "THE BEST FUCKING BREAD EVER BITCHESSS" (-amy). Then came the main course.. Smel and I split the shrimp broccoli alfredo number. So good but struggles to push through after all the salad and bread. Then the waitress brought out a birthday dessert for the birthday princess, which we all shared. Double struggles. Anne and I kept complaining about how our tummies were going to burst, all the while tasting off each other's plates and passing the birthday dessert back and forth. Judge away.
After dinner one car hit the liquor store and the other hit the grocery store to get all the necessities: mini liquor bottles to fill seymour the pinata with, the cheapest flasks of vodka you have please and thank you, cran grape drink of champions, trick birthday candles, and kerry's favorite candies. Then we all met back at the condo and got the partay started. Well, Bembry climbed into bed but we couldn't hold it against her since she'd been downing shots since early afternoon. So we played games, ate lots of ice cream cake, and were just a merry bunch of drunken fools by the time midnight rolled around. Bem reappeared around 12:30 to rally in the name of ice cream cake. Then she went back to bed. A few of us ended up in the pool--some clothed, some not so much, but we all managed to wake up the next morning so I'd say the night was a great success.
here's bembry rallying (12pm).
and here's kerry killing seymour.
The next day the stupid clouds came out to play, so bikinis were out of the question. I ate some delicious barbeque with Kerry, Bembry, and Anne, then me, Kerry, Bembry, and Scott went and played charades on the beach for a while. I freaking love charades. I'm not very good, but I get very into it. After a while we headed back to the condo and got ready for dinner. We went to Brogen's and then to TCBY. deliciousness. No one wanted to party in true palooza fashion on night two, so we stayed up watching True Housewives of Jersey and the New York reunion, then off to bed.
In the morning, I was ready to go. Me, Kerry, Bembry, and Scott (the A-team) hit the beach, equipped with two cases of beer for case race day. Me and Scott versus Kerry and Bembry. You know it's going to be a good day when the first beer is cracked before 10am. The rest of the palooza crew joined us a bit later on, and then we took a group nap. The skim board was busted out at some point, as were extra beers when Scott and I finished dominating the case race. The beauty about case races, as Bembry so wisely pointed out, is that everyone wins in a case race. Truth spoken.
me with the sage.
After napping and burning myself to a crisp, I thought I might should head in. So all except Bem and Kerry headed back to the condo, and Scott and I went and sat by the pool. The pool was disgustingly cold, and so we took a bath. Then Scott broke the soap holder. Buckets of fail. Then everybody got ready for dinner and we headed out for a delicious mexicana feast. 2 pitchers of margaritas, a pitcher of beer, 5 baskets of chips and salsa, and shrimp quesadillas all around. It was SO good. I died. Then we partied like rockstars until we could party no more.
Kerrypalooza = GREAT success.
Thursday morning I got up and packed up my belongings, and then Amy and Scott gave me a ride to the airport. I spent the afternoon in the well celebrating Lisa Theresa's birthday, then back to Hartsfield Jackson to jump on a plane to LAX.
and so began rayban roadtrip..
which will have to wait because I am all storytimed out at the moment.
peace love and shrimp quesadillas
