Livin’ the good life
Quote of the Day:
“I must have done something really good in my previous life to get such great karma to have you as a best friend!” – Len
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I’m here at the beach in North Carolina, after a lovely two-day drive complete with nasty fast food, creepy rest areas for Arabella, and my Mom’s awful incessant singing to her CDs (after she fumbles around with the CDs for a good ten minutes because she refuses to join the 21st century and get an iPod.) We stopped in Louisville overnight, where Arabella lived quite the good life in the Sheraton. I have pictures of her all comfy in the hotel room, but I’m too lazy to upload them tonight so I’ll post them later.
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Pretty much nothing stellar exciting has happened to us yet, except for the awesome rain and the fact that our air conditioner went out about two hours ago. My mother called the rental company, who sent out a maintenance man this late at night even though the owners of the house apparently don’t have a maintenance plan with the rental company. And all I have to say to that is, HAHA, you are SCREWED you cheap people! Because this house is booked solid till September and there is something very wrong with the central AC. Very wrong meaning they’re likely going to have to get it replaced. In the meantime, the maintenance man gave us two snazzy window AC units, the two best ones he had in fact, because we are “such nice people”.
Duh, Kansans rock, man.
OH OH! Speaking of Kansans. We were at a restaurant today, and guess what we saw out the window? A guy walking to his car wearing a KU shirt! And getting into a car with a Kansas license plate! A Johnson County license plate (gag), but nevertheless, SOMEONE ELSE FROM KANSAS COMES HERE! This is such a small world.
Just in case you were wondering…
I decided to go down to Tulsa Saturday morning to see my cousins. The older ones (15 & 13) I lovelovelove, but the younger four drive me BANANAS. They’re cute, but damn is that good birth control.
Amy dragged me, her (boy)friend Lucas, Erin, and Erin’s friend Lana to this pool out in some place called Glenpool Saturday afternoon. Apparently, it’s the biggest public swimming pool around them, which is just plain sad because it was the size of most neighborhood pools around here. So we get there, to this place like 20-30 minutes outside of where my cousins live, AFTER we turn around to pick up Lucas off the side of the road ’cause his car broke down. Erin and Lana jump in, even though it was oh, I don’t know, seventy degrees out??? They had JUST gotten out when all the lifeguards yell at everyone to get out of the pool.
Some fucking kid threw up in the pool. THREW UP. IN THE POOL. WHO DOES THAT?!!??
The lifeguards made everyone leave for the day. Not even ten minutes after we got there. Clearly a wonderful experience in Glenpool fucking Oklahoma.
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Blahblahblah, Saturday night, the kids wanted to come to the Doubletree (my hotel down there) to swim. This is a ritual of ours, where Amy, Erin, Jason, Kelsi, and anyone’s friends spend a good two hours in the water. I was already exhausted from a four-hour drive, entertaining people, etc etc. Oh, did I mention I’m the one who gets to watch all the kids while our parents go drink up in the bar?
Jason and Kelsi ALWAYS fight. And it always results in Kelsi screaming her head off. ALWAYS. I ended up falling asleep on one of the chairs by the pool for I don’t even know how long, and I woke up annoyed and pissed off… so I left them all, bitched at our parents, and went up to my room.
So as I’m getting on the elevator, these two old guys (like 50-60 years old old, and possibly drunk) get in with me. We stay on the executive level, and you have to enter your card into the elevator slot to be able to get onto that level, so I did that. A wonderful conversation ensued.
Old Guy #1: “Ooohh, look, she’s on the special floor!”
Old Guy #2: “Yeah, oh what it’s like to be young and beautiful!”
Me: “…Hah.”
Old Guy #1, getting off on the 3rd level: “I’m on the floor right above the lobby… I’m just old and stupid.”
*Old Guy #1 leaves*
Old Guy #2, getting off on the 4th level: “Well, have a good rest of your night! Looks like it isn’t over yet!” (winky face)
Umm… yeah. I WISH I COULD MAKE THIS STUFF UP.
Hi, I’m in Maine.
I sat down next to a guy on the plane from Philadelphia to Portland. He had an iPhone/iTouch (don’t know which) hooked up to his ears, saw my iPhone in my hand and went, “YOU HAVE ONE TOO!!!”
…Me and 100 million other people, man.
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I’m up here till Sunday for our family reunion. I spent a good seven hours on a plane/in an airport today, which was SO FUN on like five hours of sleep in the past two days. My cousins Hannah, Amy, and Erin surprised me at the Portland airport. Surprised me because I didn’t know who the hell was picking me up. Awesome planning on my part.
So my flight got in at like 10:30pm, and I hadn’t eaten since like 10:30am, so I was all SHIT GUYS WE GOTTA GET FOOD. Hannah was driving (god help us all… she’s INSANE), and we drove all around downtown Portland to try and find something that was open, but we ended up going all the way back to McDonalds. Nearly $30 later for just four of us, we went on our way to the beach house!
And it was raining. It IS raining. There’s no pavement outside into our house, only sand/gravel, AND I WAS WEARING MY LONG JEANS. My mother rented this house for a million of us, and there are three bedrooms. No fucking joke. WAY TO GO, MOM!
10 Things I Hate About You just ended, Amy finished putting songs she wanted from my laptop onto her new iTouch, Erin’s about to put songs on her new iPod, Hannah’s trying to stay awake, and I am HYPER AS FUCK.
I LOVE THE EAST COAST! I LOVE MAINE! WOOHOO!!
