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I give up on trying to read all the entries I missed.
But oh man, you guys. This was the craziest vacation of my life. A lot of shit went down and a lot of amazing things happened. This is going to be a massive entry so it's under the cut, and it's long but important. A crap load of photos still to come when I get them all uploaded.
So everything was going pretty well, Charlie and I had a fun time acting like crazies in the rain and meeting kids and playing an insane amount of pool. We had a lot of gross overcast days but tried our best to surf. Emma came up along with Lia and Natalia (Duke's girlfriend and her friend) making it a grand total of 11 people in the house.
Emma and Charlie and I met two kids at Five Guys and finally found some weed. We met up with them later that night and smoked under the boardwalk. We nearly got caught by the cops but managed to run under the boardwalk and then back into town. We went back home, I ate 7 pickles, and fell asleep.
The next morning I was paranoid, as I always am, and it turns out that might have been more than just the pot talking to me. My dad called me downstairs and wanted to have a "heart to heart."
Turns out the night before my brother and his friends had been doing illegal things as well. Duke got drunk off his ass and was found by the cops stumbling and falling in the street. He came home, threw up all over everywhere, and walked on the beach with my dad for hours. While he was incoherent he told my dad about my pot smoking.
So. For two or so hours my dad lectured me and I'll spare you the details, but it was pretty ugly. He says he has no problem drug testing me randomly and I beleive him, so henceforth, I don't smoke. It's going to suck when everyone is hanging out and I can't, but I think it's for the best. My dad made everyone go home so that we could get some family time. Duke had to drive all his friends home, and I sat around feeling pathetic all day in the house.
We were at dinner that night when we got a call that Duke had gone to the emergency room with extreme dehydration. Nothing too serious, but scary nonetheless. He was hooked up to an IV and given meds because he had messed with something in his stomach.
Dad and I went to return one of the surfboards and ended up talking for another couple hours. I got a lot of crap off my chest and felt a lot better afterwards. My dad started talking about how he wanted to channel all the 'beautiful energy' I have into something positive and that I love, and said that he is willing to help me buy a horse. OH MY GOD. Seriously. OH MY GOD. He said he knew it sounded like I had done something that betrayed his trust and something illegal that I shouldn't have been doing and now I was getting the greatest gift of my life but he says if I'm willing to work for it then it's going to happen. OH MY GOD.
I have to earn $2,500 myself initially, and continue to work to earn money when the horse is purchased. We're going to get on the wait list for board at Rock Creek and I'm going to work my ass off until it happens. I'm so fucking excited. I have wanted this since I first walked into the barn when I was 7 for my first lesson. I have dreamed about this for so long. I want it so bad. I'm going to be very busy.
By this time Duke was home. We all went out to dinner and were waiting for the food when my dad and Susan, his girlfriend of 5 years, asked if they could have our blessing to get married. I HAVE THE COOLEST STEPMOM EVER. They're going to have a small ceremony and they want to have a family honeymoon kind of thing. Susan is going to sell her house (prime real estate!) and move down here with her cat and her 12 week Chihuahua puppy, Lula. (I have a million photos, don't worry.)
Susan told me that her grandmother owns a gigundo diamond that she wants Susan to have when she dies. Susan doesn't want it, and tells me that she wants to put the money away towards my horse. I'm going to help her build a garden for money and she's going to help us finish up the house.
I'm starting a new school, my brother is going to college, my dad is getting married, I suddenly have a cat and a dog, and I'm going to be working a ridiculous amount to earn the money for a horse. My life changed so much these two weeks, not to mention the fact that I'm different due to a lot of things that were said when my dad was talking to me.
Oh, by the way, surfing was supa fun. I love the Inlet. If and when I do buy this horse, if it isn't registered or something like that, it's show name is going to be Indian River. Already I can feel that surfing is going to be a major part of my life.
I'll be back in D.C. in an hour or two. CALL ME.
But oh man, you guys. This was the craziest vacation of my life. A lot of shit went down and a lot of amazing things happened. This is going to be a massive entry so it's under the cut, and it's long but important. A crap load of photos still to come when I get them all uploaded.
So everything was going pretty well, Charlie and I had a fun time acting like crazies in the rain and meeting kids and playing an insane amount of pool. We had a lot of gross overcast days but tried our best to surf. Emma came up along with Lia and Natalia (Duke's girlfriend and her friend) making it a grand total of 11 people in the house.
Emma and Charlie and I met two kids at Five Guys and finally found some weed. We met up with them later that night and smoked under the boardwalk. We nearly got caught by the cops but managed to run under the boardwalk and then back into town. We went back home, I ate 7 pickles, and fell asleep.
The next morning I was paranoid, as I always am, and it turns out that might have been more than just the pot talking to me. My dad called me downstairs and wanted to have a "heart to heart."
Turns out the night before my brother and his friends had been doing illegal things as well. Duke got drunk off his ass and was found by the cops stumbling and falling in the street. He came home, threw up all over everywhere, and walked on the beach with my dad for hours. While he was incoherent he told my dad about my pot smoking.
So. For two or so hours my dad lectured me and I'll spare you the details, but it was pretty ugly. He says he has no problem drug testing me randomly and I beleive him, so henceforth, I don't smoke. It's going to suck when everyone is hanging out and I can't, but I think it's for the best. My dad made everyone go home so that we could get some family time. Duke had to drive all his friends home, and I sat around feeling pathetic all day in the house.
We were at dinner that night when we got a call that Duke had gone to the emergency room with extreme dehydration. Nothing too serious, but scary nonetheless. He was hooked up to an IV and given meds because he had messed with something in his stomach.
Dad and I went to return one of the surfboards and ended up talking for another couple hours. I got a lot of crap off my chest and felt a lot better afterwards. My dad started talking about how he wanted to channel all the 'beautiful energy' I have into something positive and that I love, and said that he is willing to help me buy a horse. OH MY GOD. Seriously. OH MY GOD. He said he knew it sounded like I had done something that betrayed his trust and something illegal that I shouldn't have been doing and now I was getting the greatest gift of my life but he says if I'm willing to work for it then it's going to happen. OH MY GOD.
I have to earn $2,500 myself initially, and continue to work to earn money when the horse is purchased. We're going to get on the wait list for board at Rock Creek and I'm going to work my ass off until it happens. I'm so fucking excited. I have wanted this since I first walked into the barn when I was 7 for my first lesson. I have dreamed about this for so long. I want it so bad. I'm going to be very busy.
By this time Duke was home. We all went out to dinner and were waiting for the food when my dad and Susan, his girlfriend of 5 years, asked if they could have our blessing to get married. I HAVE THE COOLEST STEPMOM EVER. They're going to have a small ceremony and they want to have a family honeymoon kind of thing. Susan is going to sell her house (prime real estate!) and move down here with her cat and her 12 week Chihuahua puppy, Lula. (I have a million photos, don't worry.)
Susan told me that her grandmother owns a gigundo diamond that she wants Susan to have when she dies. Susan doesn't want it, and tells me that she wants to put the money away towards my horse. I'm going to help her build a garden for money and she's going to help us finish up the house.
I'm starting a new school, my brother is going to college, my dad is getting married, I suddenly have a cat and a dog, and I'm going to be working a ridiculous amount to earn the money for a horse. My life changed so much these two weeks, not to mention the fact that I'm different due to a lot of things that were said when my dad was talking to me.
Oh, by the way, surfing was supa fun. I love the Inlet. If and when I do buy this horse, if it isn't registered or something like that, it's show name is going to be Indian River. Already I can feel that surfing is going to be a major part of my life.
I'll be back in D.C. in an hour or two. CALL ME.