I've gotta say that this was one of the best weekends that I've had in awhile. I'm just gonna give the play-by-play because it feels right. I got in around 5 on Friday, and right away Jaime gave me a tour of Poquoson... which took 10 minutes. Later on we went to Red Lobster where I devoured the biscuits, and ate my entire plate of pasta in about three bites. De-lish. That night we just chilled, drank a few brewhas, and then went to bed.
Saturday morning we laid out by her pool (did I say that her house is enormous?) and got our "tan" on. However, the SPF 50 that I decided to use blocked the shit out of the sun to the point where I didn't even get a half-shade darker. Ugh. That night Jaime had a wedding to go to, so I went down to Norfolk to meet up with my little and go shopping. The Forever 21 there was 2 levels, so we were there for literally 2 hours. Whoopsies. We ate at Johnny Rocket's, where I made an ass of myself due to the slipperiness of my chicken sandwich, and then we parted ways. Veddy sad. That night, Jaime and I went to a party/small get together, and we got pretty drunk. Classic. At one point all of the cheerleaders there went outside and "stunted" their friend in the air. I'm not sure if that's the correct terminology, but it was awesome. I also ended up poking this guy I liked in high school by mistake on Facebook. I'm hoping that I never have to see him again.
Sunday was by far my favorite day even though I was nauseous for the entirety of it. We went "clammin'" out on her boat, and I had a fabulous time. I really like doing tasks, and I was up the challenge. I failed of course, but it's fine. Sometimes when Jaime's step-dad would get a clam he'd let me dig it out, so it felt like I was doing a good job. I got super burnt of course because my body clearly has no middle-ground, but it's finally fading, so I'm not in constant pain. That night, we went to a massive party (I mean massive), and there was a band and everything. I decided not to drink so that I could DD, but I of course acted drunk as I was surrounded by hundreds of people who had been drinking since noon.
Yesterday, I left in the morning, and basically went straight to Ryan's house... which was fun. I convinced everyone that I knew how to make margaritas, and those fools believed me. I'm pretty sure we were just drinking straight Patron and Triple Sec with a splash of lime juice. Let's just say I had a hard time getting ready for work at 7am this morning.
Alas, two terrible things happened this weekend: I got a $155 speeding ticket, and I suffered from over 20 bug bites. Why do mosquitoes exist? No one even likes them.
I can't wait for next weekend. Bring it on round 2.
P.S. People in the South call crackers "nabs." GIMME A PACK O' NABS.
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