Summer - 46-53
Holy moly, this is going to be an extensive entry.
Friday, I finished my packing and went to work 4-7. Christa gave me a big hug because I wasn't going to see her for another like 2 weeks. She was going on vacation the week after I was, then she has another 3 days of work then she's done. After work, Keith gave me a ride to Erin's and we did very little before going to bed. We had to leave at 5am for Logan.
I woke up at about 4 on Saturday, showered, and we (Erin, her parents, her brother, his girlfriend and I) left for Boston. The flight departed at 7:20 (mnuh!) on Delta Song, which is the best airline ever. I won at music trivia twice in a row and also started reading The Great Gatsby. We arrived in Tampa around 10 and got our rental car. It was a white Buick Park Avenue, very luxurious. With the 6 of us, it was very cramped as well. We couldn't get into our condo until like 2:30, so we ate at the Red Lobster in Largo. It was alright, I'm not big on seafood. We got into our condo right on time, and it was in a small community called Indian Rocks Beach. Nice little place, right on the beach. The water was like a warm bath, but so relaxing.
Sunday, I didn't go to church thankfully, but I did go swimming quite a bit. The ocean was very strange, it got about waist deep, then there was a huge sandbar that brought me about knee deep again for a very long distance. In any case, it was much better than beaches here. For dinner, we had Thai food and I discovered that it was extremely tasty.
By Monday, I'd discovered that the day was very routine: wake up, breakfast, ocean, hot tub, pool, hot tub, ocean, lunch, ocean, hot tub, pool, dinner. Very routine, very relaxing and fun nonetheless. What wasn't relaxing was some insane drama between Erin's brother and his girlfriend. So much so that Lindsey switched her flight to leave the next morning. Brendan got quite angry with his mother (who indirectly or inadvertently caused Lindsey to leave) and intended to leave as well. We went to Clearwater Beach for Sunset at Pier 60, which was rather uneventful. Perhaps that's not the word...more like everything there was boring.
Tuesday, the routine followed through again but Brendan and Lindsey had left so there was more room everywhere. We got takeout from a restaurant in Indian Shores called Fathoms and rented the movie Big Fish. It was really good. Oh, and I bought a nice skimboard.
On Wednesday, I tried skimboarding for the first time. It was harder than I thought, and I fell a few times. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but with all the crushed and broken shells I was a little scratched up. I got the hang of it though, and discovered how fun it really was. That night, we went to the boardwalk at Madeira Beach. I had the best smoothie ever, then finished The Great Gatsby. Good book.
Thursday (my dad's 61st b-day), I awoke to the news of a powerful, destructive incoming hurricane and that we would be leaving Friday morning at 6:20 instead of Saturday night at 7:00, as to avoid it. The waves were huge that day because of Tropical Storm Bonnie over in the Gulf of Mexico, so I took full advantage of the skimboarding opportunities. At around 1, we had to pack and leave the hotel because of mandatory evacuations in our county effective at 6. We left, returned the car and took a cab to the Holiday Inn Express by the airport. We had dinner at a Carribean restaurant called Bahama Breeze. I had the best virgin Pina Colada I've ever had, along with free dessert because Tampa Electric Co. was shutting down the power and the dessert would go bad in the fridges. I slept awfully that night, and had to wake up at about 2 am on Friday.
So Friday our flight was scheduled to leave for 6:20am. Overestimating traffic, we arrived at the airport around 3:30am and found out our flight was canceled. We tried frantically to find another flight and got that stopped in Charlotte, NC. After 2 hours of sleep, the only thing that kept me awake was a cup of coffee on the first trip and a cup of tea on the second. We got to Boston around 10:15 and were back at Erin's by noon. My mom picked me up and I went home. I was happy that everyone kept expressing their concern, saying they were worrying about me because I was in the area Hurricane Charley was headed straight for. Know what? Fuck you, Charley, way to cut my vacation short.
Keith brought the decal for Ian's guitar over, and I finished it up. It looks great and we're going to look sweet live. Speaking of live, we have a show Sept. 18th at the Sad Cafe with A Better Fall, The Drop Antenna, and The Fate of All Tyrants; go to it. Anyway, now I'm going over to Mike Dubz' house for some wacky get-together that may or may not involve cheese fries.
Friday, I finished my packing and went to work 4-7. Christa gave me a big hug because I wasn't going to see her for another like 2 weeks. She was going on vacation the week after I was, then she has another 3 days of work then she's done. After work, Keith gave me a ride to Erin's and we did very little before going to bed. We had to leave at 5am for Logan.
I woke up at about 4 on Saturday, showered, and we (Erin, her parents, her brother, his girlfriend and I) left for Boston. The flight departed at 7:20 (mnuh!) on Delta Song, which is the best airline ever. I won at music trivia twice in a row and also started reading The Great Gatsby. We arrived in Tampa around 10 and got our rental car. It was a white Buick Park Avenue, very luxurious. With the 6 of us, it was very cramped as well. We couldn't get into our condo until like 2:30, so we ate at the Red Lobster in Largo. It was alright, I'm not big on seafood. We got into our condo right on time, and it was in a small community called Indian Rocks Beach. Nice little place, right on the beach. The water was like a warm bath, but so relaxing.
Sunday, I didn't go to church thankfully, but I did go swimming quite a bit. The ocean was very strange, it got about waist deep, then there was a huge sandbar that brought me about knee deep again for a very long distance. In any case, it was much better than beaches here. For dinner, we had Thai food and I discovered that it was extremely tasty.
By Monday, I'd discovered that the day was very routine: wake up, breakfast, ocean, hot tub, pool, hot tub, ocean, lunch, ocean, hot tub, pool, dinner. Very routine, very relaxing and fun nonetheless. What wasn't relaxing was some insane drama between Erin's brother and his girlfriend. So much so that Lindsey switched her flight to leave the next morning. Brendan got quite angry with his mother (who indirectly or inadvertently caused Lindsey to leave) and intended to leave as well. We went to Clearwater Beach for Sunset at Pier 60, which was rather uneventful. Perhaps that's not the word...more like everything there was boring.
Tuesday, the routine followed through again but Brendan and Lindsey had left so there was more room everywhere. We got takeout from a restaurant in Indian Shores called Fathoms and rented the movie Big Fish. It was really good. Oh, and I bought a nice skimboard.
On Wednesday, I tried skimboarding for the first time. It was harder than I thought, and I fell a few times. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but with all the crushed and broken shells I was a little scratched up. I got the hang of it though, and discovered how fun it really was. That night, we went to the boardwalk at Madeira Beach. I had the best smoothie ever, then finished The Great Gatsby. Good book.
Thursday (my dad's 61st b-day), I awoke to the news of a powerful, destructive incoming hurricane and that we would be leaving Friday morning at 6:20 instead of Saturday night at 7:00, as to avoid it. The waves were huge that day because of Tropical Storm Bonnie over in the Gulf of Mexico, so I took full advantage of the skimboarding opportunities. At around 1, we had to pack and leave the hotel because of mandatory evacuations in our county effective at 6. We left, returned the car and took a cab to the Holiday Inn Express by the airport. We had dinner at a Carribean restaurant called Bahama Breeze. I had the best virgin Pina Colada I've ever had, along with free dessert because Tampa Electric Co. was shutting down the power and the dessert would go bad in the fridges. I slept awfully that night, and had to wake up at about 2 am on Friday.
So Friday our flight was scheduled to leave for 6:20am. Overestimating traffic, we arrived at the airport around 3:30am and found out our flight was canceled. We tried frantically to find another flight and got that stopped in Charlotte, NC. After 2 hours of sleep, the only thing that kept me awake was a cup of coffee on the first trip and a cup of tea on the second. We got to Boston around 10:15 and were back at Erin's by noon. My mom picked me up and I went home. I was happy that everyone kept expressing their concern, saying they were worrying about me because I was in the area Hurricane Charley was headed straight for. Know what? Fuck you, Charley, way to cut my vacation short.
Keith brought the decal for Ian's guitar over, and I finished it up. It looks great and we're going to look sweet live. Speaking of live, we have a show Sept. 18th at the Sad Cafe with A Better Fall, The Drop Antenna, and The Fate of All Tyrants; go to it. Anyway, now I'm going over to Mike Dubz' house for some wacky get-together that may or may not involve cheese fries.