My vacation.
DAY FOUR.
So, after I finally managed to fall asleep (I’m not even joking, my whole room would be illuminated through the curtains covering my window, and then the house would shake like an earthquake was starting) I woke up ALL BY MYSELF! This was because a) I kept having nightmares that I accidentally dropped my camera in a bucket of water [and nightmare would be the word-as well, ‘paranoid’ doesn’t even suffice] and b) my brother and Dad were fishing so there was no reason for them to awaken me earlier than usual.
There are, sadly, no more donuts.
Then I lounged about. Waited for the Alpha Males of the family to return. They did, eventually, empty handed. It’s a Beers-Castrogiovanni curse. My Uncle caught fish, but the gene was somehow not passed on to my father and therefore not passed on to us. I get excited when I can find one of those clam-things in the sand.
I had expressed yesterday a desire to go to the beach again, and surprisingly, that’s exactly what we did. I’m sad to say (except not really, in this weird way) that I’m tan. Very tan. With a pinkish hue, on my face mostly. The only problem is that I have horrible strap lines, and I’m wearing a strapless dress to the wedding next weekend. I’m afraid I’ll actually have to-gasp-tan. As in, deliberately take off my halter top and convientently forget to put on sunscreen. Like those people. That go tanning.
Anywho.
The beach was murky and angry today a bit, due to the thunderstorms of the previous night. The waves were much more acceptable when it came to body-surfing. My brother and I had a great amount of fun with that. One wave flipped all four of us (Mom, Jon, Anthony & I) over, head over heels. We were also having bathing suit troubles, in which they would not stay on properly. Heh, hehe. I was lucky, thankfully, and was not seen.
We hung about for four hours or so. Jon and I dig in the ground when the ocean becomes too much, and we find one of two creatures over and over again. 1) These clam things that I’ve mentioned before, awfully small, and that I’ve found out are used quite commonly as fish bait and 2) these disgusting bug like crab creatures. They seem to be soft-shelled at one point in their stage of development, and they wriggle and twist in the sand when I accidentally pick one up. I’m not squicked out by all that many things, but there’s something about having a firm pile of sand in my hand and then having it start wriggling around...I don’t like it. I much prefer the pretty clams, and I’ve taken to yelling angrily and flinging them about when I happen to find a Disgusting Crab Thingy.
I killed a clam thing today. I actually kind of felt bad, until I remembered that fisherman all over the country do that and more, so I really shouldn’t guilt myself all that much.
We spent four hours there, and I’m happy to say that no one walked in on me in the outside shower again. I made very sure of it. It was about 4 when we got back, so we bypassed lunch. Anthony and Dad went out to get some fish stuffs to cook...it was actually rather scrumptious. He bought tuna steaks and cooked them pretty rare so it was like sushi in the middle, and then he bought some mahi mahi with some crab dip on top. As well, some shrimp that I KNEW had Old Bay on it, even if they said it was some Hatteras spicing or something. I know Old Bay, and I’ve only really been in the vicinity of it once in my life, some time ago. OLD BAY. HA. It’s such a funny thing.
Someone’s shooting off fireworks right now, and they must be mad, as it is also currently thundering and lightning-ing. Thankfully, not as bad as last night, but we still have to see.
After dinner it was some lazy times. I found a Harlequin Romance novel on the bookshelf downstairs and read it because I could. It’s great, in one of those really horrible ways. The main character’s name is Jenessa and her lover is a rich business tycoon named Bryce. The book is actually called The Tycoon’s Virgin Bride.
I laff.
I took a break from it and went up on the roof (the roof is actually just a deck, and there are stairs leading to it from the deck outside my window-that’s a confusing sentence. There are three levels of deck in this house) and took some pictures of the nonexistant sunset (note: it was cloudy and somewhat overcast all day long). I took a few pictures of the view though. Glad I did, I had been meaning to.
^front
^back
^down (part of the house)
Then we sat around and ate candy and yelled at each other and watched TV. Some high quality family entertainment, right there.
And now I am here.
As you can tell, we really didn’t do that much today. We didn’t even get in the car or anything.
Quote from beginning of the vacation that I forgot to document:
Jonathan: Mom! Why didn’t you ever tell me my butt was so big?
Mom: What?!
Jonathan: I just looked at it in the mirror! It’s HUUUUGE!
The mirrors in the bathrooms are bigger than the ones at home, and apparently he walked around and looked at himself in the mirror, naked.
K, I’m going now. As scary as the lightning storm was last night, it was pretty freaking awesome. We shall see if there is another one tonight.
Blargh. Stupid fireworks people.
p.s. Tomorrow we’re going to Ocracoke! I’m excited, so I hope that it won’t let me down.