The party’s almost over… Oh Wait! It’s just the calm before the storm.
09 Aug 2008 Leave a Comment
My vacation is at an end tomorrow. All week it’s been The Folks, Sis, Minnie Red and I. Viper arrived Friday night and here it is Saturday morning and suddenly everyone is scurring.
The King is coming! The King is coming!
The final baby proofing is going on… and I’m sitting here writing but I did my part. So Brotha-Man, SIL and The King are about an hour away. This brings our count to 8.
But wait there’s more.
My Aunt and Uncle are driving down with their motorcycle group. They’re gonna break off and meet up with us after lunch. My Uncle has never met Viper and so when he heard Viper was here he knew he had to stop by. This brings us to 10.
But still… there’s more.
Sis has some friends in town and Brotha-Man’s bud, Seal, is also in town. Sounds like there will be a trip over to Seacrets this afternoon. I’m sure we’ll see even more of their friends over there.
Monday I’ll be back at work… Uggggh. Only for three days though. Two of the Chicago girls are flying in late Wednesday and we are trekking back down here on Thursday. There will be 10 of us in total. I can’t wait! What I can wait for is my birthday. I will just pretend it’s not happening.
I’m sure there will be some stories or pictures to come out of today’s events. I will be sure to keep you post as usual.
Happy Jamaican New Year!
06 Aug 2008 1 Comment
in alcohol, Beach, food, vacation
This was the view from our balcony at the beach tonight:
The picture doesn’t do it justice by any means but that is Minnie Red‘s head on the bottom there. This had to be the best fireworks we have ever seen from Seacrets. If you click on the photo and look real close you might notice the *Waxing Crescent Moon in the background. Tonight I realized that every time I’ve seen fireworks they have been red, white & blue. These were purple, gold, orange and anything else you could think of.
After my last post I changed my mind and decided not to drive to Dewey. Instead I had a hankering for a Mojo Rumba at Macky’s. For some reason I wanted to pronounce it Moho but I finally got it right. This was a first for me and what I mean is I went and sat at a bar by myself.
I met a great local couple that told me about the record breaking Blue Marlin that was brought in yesterday weighing 935.5 lbs. WOW! They also let me know that Fager’s and Galaxy 66 have the best food that can be found in Ocean City.
BUT what they were really emphatic about is the crab cakes at the Crab Cake Factory and at Cowboyz Smokehouse. They tell me there really is no filler and it’s all crab meat and this is why they can’t fry them. The Crab Cake Factory ships almost anywhere so be sure to check out their link. If you do place an order be sure to let them know you heard about them from Kathy.
After four… Yes four of the Mojo Rumba’s I was done. I stumbled down the street to Dumsers and ordered myself a cheesesteak. Evidently, the cheesesteak was on special and came with fries. WOOHOO! I have been so good lately and this was gonna ruin it all but I didn’t care. Once the order was ready I stumbled back to the condo to chow down. Luckily, I couldn’t eat it all and only got half way through. About that time The Folks and Minnie Red arrived home with Grotto pizza, which I didn’t touch. I layed down on the couch and promply passed out but not before I put my foot on the floor to keep the room from spinning.
Soon after the sun went down I woke up and not feeling very well. I took some excedrin for the headache and I’m guzzling the water and with any luck maybe I’ll run in the morning. I’m just thankful I didn’t eat the whole thing. I prefer not to eliminate something I want to eat but to just have smaller… way smaller portions. Last year I would have eaten the entire thing. Seems this is all working… I bumped into a friend I haven’t seen for a few months and he noted I was looking better… slimmer. Woohoo!
Seems I woke in plenty of time to catch Project Runway but more importantly the fireworks.
Another wonderful day of vacation and this one was particularly quiet plus I met a personal challenge to hang at a bar alone and meet some new people.
*The Waxing Crescent Moon is a term I got from Minnie Red. Last year they did an entire unit on the moon and the sun. I’m so proud of her… She is soooo smart.
Vacation Wednesday
06 Aug 2008 Leave a Comment
Dad, Sis and I walked the boards this morning. The boards were packed and it was the hottest I think I have ever experienced it out there. I was soaked by the time we got back.
During our walk we heard this huge BOOM! Dad said it sounded like a plane breaking the sound barrier. I thought that was odd but he said they would hear that often when he was a young’un. When we got back Mom was worried something happened under the building but ends up she heard the same thing. It will probably be a few weeks before we ever figure out what that could have been.
The Fam has decided to invade my cousin and his family in Dewey but I stayed back with plans to meet up with them later. I took a nap and then headed up to the beach, which was packed and extremely hot. It didn’t take long before my knee caps were sweating and I was ready to climb into the ocean.
The ocean was very calm and beautiful and the sky is clear. I walked right in but only got about half way. A small wave hit right at stomach level and OOOOOHHHHHHHHH Crrraaaapppppp! That is COLD! I was cooled off and didn’t need to go any further. I wasn’t expecting it to be that cold so when it hit the stomach I thought I might toss my cookies. So I turned and walked out and another little wave hit me and I couldn’t get back to my chair fast enough.
Next time I won’t go in so fast.
Today Seacrets is offering no cover and $2.25 drafts all day with fireworks tonight. I’ll be heading out soon to meet up with the family in Dewey. The Island Boys will be playing at The Rudder at 4 and The Island Boys are a favorite of Dad’s.
I know I’m in vacation mode because I haven’t made my bed, and neither has Minnie Red, and I’m not going crazy over it. Back home I can’t go on with my day unless my bed is made, I’m neurotic about it.
Well… I gotta go, The Island Boys are waiting for me. See ya!
It’s Mom’s Birthday!
05 Aug 2008 1 Comment
For the love… The alarm on my phone went off at 5:30 this morning. That won’t happen again.
I did get up two hours later and went for a run. All-in-all I only did 40 blocks but something is better than nothing.
By the time I got back Dad had cooked up the bacon and they wanted me to fix the eggs for Mom’s birthday breakfast of egg and bacon sandwiches.
Next… Crabbing in the secret spot on St. Martin’s river. Sis and Mom arrived by wave runner and Minnie Red and I drove with Dad. I haven’t been on the wave runner for almost a month now and for some reason getting a little nervous about it. I hopped on with Sis and she quickly put me at ease. The water was real calm and quiet so I think that helped a lot. The last few times were real choppy and I’m afraid of falling off especially with the amount of jelly fish around.
Well… Only two legal size crabs were caught. Minnie Red named them Bob and Billy. This was one more than we caught last year.
Next stop… Macky’s and I tried a new drink… The Mojo Rumba.
Yummdiddlyumptious
Now it’s time for a nap before we take Mom Parasailing and the crabs will be steamed and ready by 6:30. If you’re ever in OC the best place for crabs is On The Bay Seafood.
Today is also a momentous day since I have just reserved my room for the vacation in Belize in February. I have my own Ocean Side Cabana and looking for a roommate… Anyone interested? Hahaha
V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N
04 Aug 2008 Leave a Comment
I had the Vacation song by the Go-Go’s stuck in my head but the video really was somewhat depressing cause you know “I ain’t thinking of you“. So then I went in search of a video of the “V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N” song by Connie Francis, I believe, yeah I wasn’t feeling that one either.
Anywho, This chick is in serious need of a vacation. I didn’t leave as early as I would have liked this morning but a stomach issue keeping me up the night before didn’t help.
When I got here I got sight of the room I’m sharing with Minnie Red and even though she cleaned before I got here it was still HORRIBLE. There was just no room for me AT ALL because of all her stuff… Everywhere. I know she tried but the line of shoes in the middle of the room was making me crazy not to mention a chip bag in the corner. Oh Hell to the Na! Food is not allowed in any bedroom… Only a glass of water.
I was on vacation physically but mentally I just wasn’t there yet. The Folks, Sis and Minnie Red went on the beach and I wanted to but just couldn’t. I did take a nap and clean the sheets and clean the room. Still I couldn’t help but feel I needed to just leave. We then headed to the White Marlin Open, found free parking and after two beers I think I was finally feeling it… V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N!
We headed back and Minne Red headed back to the condo and The Folks, Sis and I tried to get in on the tale end of Happy Hour at Macky’s. Oh my, that was such a huge help for mentally getting on vacation. There were no buckets for me but three Blue Moons… I think it was three… Really helped. I kicked Dad’s butt in Chinese Checkers when we got back and watched the Sun-Set with Minnie Red, Sis and Dad.
I am now ready for ni-ni (a/k/a night-night). Tomorrow is Mom’s birthday. I will make the eggs and Dad will put the sandwiches together for her breakfast and she seems excited about that. 3:30 pm will be her reservation for Parasailing and the crabs that Sis and I are taking care of will be after the Parasailing. Damn! I think I’m more excited about Mom’s birthday than she is.
This is gonna be a good vacation now that I’m finally in that mode.
Oh and if you were wondering… We saw them bring in a Blue Marlin. The requirements for the Blue Marlin is 105 inches long and over 500 lbs. The boat that came in had caught a White Marlin and released it, which was evident by the White Marlin Flag on the boat flown upside down. This same boat was flying a Blue Marlin Flag, right side up, which tells you they have a Blue Marlin on board. The Blue Marlin tend to run three times the size of the White and are WAY more exciting to watch when they hang them up and weigh them. This boat, out of New York, had set their site on the Blue. Word was, they had a Blue and it was 110 inches long. The weight would have to wait til they docked. Everyone flocked to the area where the boats pull in and the fish are offloaded and weighed. The young dudes could be seen working the pulley and the tail of the Blue was finally seen. The weight from the scale was visible to everyone and we all held our breath but the weight only went up to 436.5. There was a collective sigh and we all knew the Blue was not a contender.
As we were all watching I couldn’t help but think how this could be taken in such a different way. Imagine the fish standing on that boat, and all around, watching as a some human was yanked up by his feet and all the fish around cheered at the big human that was caught.
Anyhow, the MC went on to let eveyone know that all the fish caught would not be wasted in any way. All fisherman donated the fish and they went to local shelters.
Hopefully, we will still go back to see more fish brought in. Last year Sis, Minnie Red and I witnessed a 680 lb Blue come in. It’s a different world there and I love to watch the people. We saw a woman tonight that is the most tan I have ever seen any woman. I swear she is darker than the black dude I work with. On top of that she has blonde hair and it just didn’t look right.
I’m gonna go get some zzzz’s and hopefully I won’t be getting up too early. This chick needs to relax big time.
Another Beach Weekend but no Buckets for Red this time
21 Jul 2008 2 Comments
I arrived later than I would have liked on Friday but a little after 6 isn’t bad.
The Moms, Mine and Viper’s, had already been to Happy Hour at Macky’s but no buckets for them. The Dads, Mine and Viper’s, were golfing and didn’t get back til sometime after 7pm. Sis, Viper and Meg came through the door about 8pm.
By the time they had all arrived I had taken quite a few pulls off the kegerator. I don’t really know how many but I lost count after 6… I think it was 6. So when they were ready to hit Macky’s I had to bail. Sis Viper, Meg and Mr. Viper headed over to see what it was like after Happy Hour. This chick hit the pillow and I was O-U-T, out. I never even heard them come in.
Saturday was a full day. The majority of the group took turns on the wave runner then lunch at Macky’s on the beach. I started drinking before noon but since it was on the beach it was ok, right? Some of us then hit the beach for a few hours and it was all we could do to calm Viper down since he was itching to get over to Seacrets and introduce his parents to that scene.
I love to see what people wear when they go out and especially when they come walking into Seacrets. The Mom’s had showered where as Sis, Viper and Meg just threw something over their suits. I changed out of my bathing suit since it’s a once piece and put on my shortish shorts and a tank cause it was gonna be hot over there. Plus if I drank as much as I was hoping to I was gonna need to pee and a one-piece is not your friend in that scenario.
Dad had gotten their first and he has a way of always getting us a table and usually a good one too. We had good seats and definitely got a great view of all the interesting characters. There were several interesting mullets but my camera only captured one. Luckily enough it also caught Mom’s favorite regular… “Teacher“.
But the mullet wasn’t bad compared to the guy Mom named “Lewd Dude“. We noticed him leaning both elbows on one of the tables as he was thrusting his pelvis. Yes he was standing there all alone looking like he was ready to jump the table or any thing that passed him for that matter. When he got really going he rolled up his shorts and started strutting like the beach was his stage. Sis grabbed my camera and got some interesting shots.
He pulls this chick up there with him and… Well… I don’t know what he was doing but notice the bills in his shorts. Oh and did you notice he is wearing goggles. WTF???
You definitely get to see all walks of life at Seacrets and you get to see them drunk. Drunk in the early afternoon, in the late afternoon, early evening and late evening. I love seeing the people with the tattoo’s. Most are awful but here is an interesting couple. There is nothing half-assed about their tattoos.
The funny thing about the beach is how you can leave your stuff and walk away and feel secure that no one will steal it. The same goes at Seacrets especially with the shoes.
Seacrets was a blast as usual. Later in the evening when we were on the balcony we watched as some chick bit the pavement. When she finally got up she proceeded to puke all over herself as her friends tried to walk her down the street.
I never did get any buckets this past weekend but in two weeks I will have a week in OC and I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunity for buckets. In sitting down and looking at my calendar I can see how crazy things are getting but not work wise.
This weekend there is Kings Dominion with my company and the Reggae Festival on Sunday. I can’t believe it’s the end of July already. Minnie Red is off to the beach this weekend and won’t be back til mid-August before she is off to her Dad’s and… Oh my she won’t be home til late August just before School starts. I will have my week at the beach during the White Marlin Tournament. I love watching them bring those fish in.
I’ll be back for less than a week before I’m back at the beach with the girls. There will be 10 of us celebrating… Us and it happens to be when Yours Trulyturns 40 and if you’ve read for a while you know I’m not happy about turning 40. The weekend promises to be outstanding and I’m not even afraid of Imelda’s threats to get me trashed and connect my dots. That’s because my dots are already connected so no fun there. I am so excited about this weekend The Chicago Girls are flying in plus there will be Sis, Squirrely Gurl, Mrs. M and Shortie to name a few. All people I have been known to get into trouble with or rather they get me into trouble.
So if that isn’t enough I will be spending Labor Day weekend in Chicago. Nicole and Louie are finally tying the knot and Mrs. M and I are in the wedding.
So there you have it my summer is OVER. I think I’m gonna cry except for… It isn’t really over and I just can’t wait to experience it all.
More Buckets coming my way
17 Jul 2008 Leave a Comment
I WILL leave for the beach early this Friday! I will, I will, I will.
This weekend Minnie Red is off to her Dad’s and I will be hitting the beach, again, with The Folks, Sis, Viper and his parents. I don’t even care that I’ll be the 7th wheel because everyone is cool which is evident by my conversation with Viper this afternoon.
Viper: ready to party this weekend?
Red: Wahoo
Viper: no working!!!
Red: Whaaa
Viper: you are not permitted to work this weekend
Red: Says you?
Viper: i read your blog
you working too much = bucket time
we make our own “bucket list” , of different buckets we have to drink.
Red: No working for me
I need more buckets
Viper: same
buckets it is. my dad psyched to try one
Red: I will be there in time for hh on Friday
No worries Viper… Imelda has put down her foot and warned all of us not to work this weekend. I’m sure I’ll be sending her lots of pics of me and my drinks.
By the time Viper and Sis arrive at the beach I will be buzzing with The Folks and The Viper Folks. The weekend is sure to have some stories. Oh and if you haven’t gotten it the two sets of Folks are hanging out more now that Viper and Sis are engaged.
If you’re in The OC this weekend keep an eye out for us at Mackey’s and Seacrets. Oh and be sure to say hi.
The Buckets Multiply
12 Jul 2008 2 Comments
So the crazy work week is done and Minnie Red and I have hitched a ride to the beach with The Folks. We didn’t leave til 9pm on Friday but at least I don’t have to pay for the gas.
Minnie Red and I both slept in til 10 Saturday morning. That is very unusual for me but I guess I needed it. I may have slept in but I’m not feeling 100%. I am trying my best to shake off the stress in my neck but it won’t go away so fast.
Oh yeah and the MRI I had Friday morning didn’t help anything either. I don’t think I will ever do a closed MRI again. Then again I’m hoping it will be a long while before another one is needed. At least I went in the tube thing feet first but my arms were above my head and I had to do some heavy breathing to calm myself down. I didn’t want to let on that I was uncomfortable but since I could see out the end of the tube that made it easier. Every time I was nudged this way or that way I would have to do some heavy breathing because it was becoming more and more difficult to see the end (outside) of the tube. I tried closing my eyes but my brain would then call me a Pansy and dare me to open them and see the close quarters I was in.
I couldn’t help but think about those movies about traveling in space and being in some closed tube in hyper-sleep. What if you woke up and there were malfunctions and you couldn’t slide out of the tube that was holding you in the hyper-sleep. Then what if the oxygen stopped flowing into the hyper-sleep chamber. You wouldn’t even be able to move your arms to get yourself out of there. You would be totally controlled by the machinery of that ship you were in. Plus if it decided to turn on you like HAL from 2001 you would really be screwed. THAT would be terrifying. I don’t think I will ever do that space travel stuff… When we get to that point, of course.
So, anyhow, the goal of this weekend is to just chill myself out. Minnie Red and I headed up on the beach while The Folks when out on the wave runner. It was a perfect beach day with just the right amount of sun along with a perfect breeze. The only problem is the rip current was off da hook. The Lifeguards were definitely on their toes since, evidently, they could see the rip current and would then blow their whistle at whoever they could see was about to be caught. They would then direct them which way to swim to help them get out of it. The funny thing is most of the people would ignore the Lifeguards. That water may have been rough but the waves were big and absolutely beautiful.
I couldn’t bring myself to sleep let alone read due to all the fabulous sites. People are so fascinating to watch. For example, several weekends ago Shortie and I were on the beach and this rather large woman had on shorts that said “Cheereader” across the butt. Something seemed to be missing and it took us a few minutes to realize the “L” was lost in her crack. Today there were so many people and they all love to strut their stuff and take walks down the beach e.g. the two women with the feathered hair and cowboy hats looking like Sissy from “Urban Cowboy“.
We came back and hit the pool and Minnie Red was tickled pink I got in. We threw the ball and played with some of the other kids. I think Minnie Red really had fun. I let her hang out at the pool while I headed back to do laundry and take a nap. The Folks were already napping and it seemed like a good idea.
I still didn’t feel 100% after the nap but figured sharing a Bucket with Mom’s at Macky’s would help. Mom’s favorite bartender, Danny, was there and he makes the best Orange Crush Bucket’s. I felt great after the first Bucket but felt the need for more. Mom was a little skeptical but it didn’t take much to twist her arm and order another. Besides Dad had finally showed and she was hoping he would help her. When I placed the order with Danny he raised his eyebrow at me. I said “I’m doing the bucket with Mom instead of Dad and I’m a better Bucket drinker than he his“. The second Bucket was more difficult than the first but Minnie Red and I started playing one of those video games so I pushed the Bucket on Mom and Dad more.
As it got later more of the evening people were showing up such as this one Bachlorette Party. Our Bucket caught their attention and we suggested they get the Orange Crush. So they got three.
Minnie Red was anxious to hit the beach and practice her cartwheels so we didn’t stay at Macky’s much longer. The plan was to practice cartwheels, walk up the beach, do the Maui Mini Golf and then walk back down the highway for Ice Cream at Dumser’s.
Minnie Red is having a real hard time doing the cartwheels and I’m not sure how to instruct her so I grabbed her legs and lifted her off the ground trying to give her an idea of how her legs should reach for the sky. This did not go over so well and we both fell. At this point she wanted me to just watch from afar but If I looked away or pulled out my phone she would charge me. I finally got up and decided to show her how to do the cartwheel. I thought I was too old for this and I am but I can still do a cartwheel, especially after a few drinks. There was a while there that I would do a cartwheel after a few drinks and I even did that on the streets of Adams Morgan once… Only once though. I’ve learned my lesson on that, thank goodness. I did several cartwheels and Minnie Red said I did have my legs straight and fully extend as they should be but it seems I temporarily hurt myself. When you do a cartwheel you learn there are muscles down there that don’t get used on a daily basis. Unless, of course, you do cartwheels everyday.
So Minnie Red and I were not agreeing on this cartwheel stuff and next thing I know we were wrestling on the beach and Mom was kicking her young butt. It must have been a sight cause then I took off and she couldn’t keep up until I stopped to let her catch up. We were both giggling and having a good time together. It was very much needed after the past few crazy weeks. We walked up the beach to 58th street and headed over to the Maui Mini Golf. At first she was kicking my butt until she kept hollering for mulligans and of course I gave in. In the end I kicked her sand covered butt as I should cause I am MOMMA RED!
We walked down to Dumser’s for some much deserved ice cream. On this walk is when I realized how much sand I still have allover me. I even found it down between my boobs. I thinks the cars driving by enjoyed the sight of me finding sand down there as I walked down Coastal Highway. We got to Dumsers, still covered in sand, and we always get the same thing… soft serve ice cream. She gets the chocolate and I get the mix of chocolate and vanilla. We made a bit of a mess but it was the perfect end to a perfect day.
Now all I have to do is hop in the shower and get this sand off me so I can hit the hay.
To be honest… its been a crap week
04 Jul 2008 3 Comments
Last weekend was spent at the convent visiting Aunt Dot. Now don’t get me wrong or call me some bad person because I HATE being at the convent. I fully understand that it makes Aunt Dot happy and even though I81 is a beautiful… The other drivers are not. I would rather be at the beach either sleeping or drinking.
I took Aunt Dot all sorts of things that put a smile on her face and Minnie Red and I stayed by her side from the time we arrived until we left. We attended two masses with her and names have been placed in The Book, of people the nuns pray for, as requested and for my own good. We almost saw a few nun fights, which made the trip well worth it. Nothing like seeing some really old religious chicks threatening to punch or shoot each other, especially when they can barely walk or not walk at all for that matter.
By the time I got to work Monday morning my body was hurting due to the uncomfortable sleeping conditions at the convent, not-to-mention the lack of hot water. Plus I must have been griting my teeth because my jaw was killing me.
The best thing about Monday was going over to a Mrs. M’s house to stuff envelopes for a bridal shower we were working on. Mr. and Mrs. M have a frozen margarita machine so the plan was he would fix the drinks while we stuffed the envelopes. The envelopes were done withing 20 minutes but I didn’t leave until almost 2 hours and several margaritas later. My jaw was finally feeling better.
Tuesday, was the happy hour and I got to see some people I haven’t seen in a while. It was a small group but everyone seemed to have a good time and I was pleased with the happy hour prices.
Wednesday, was when the poop hit the fan at work. It’s a lot of blah blah blah and some panic and in the end a shit load of work for my team. This also means working this weekend… Crap! So after work I took Minnie Red to see Hancock because there’s no sense in stressing, right? I then worked that night in hopes it would help me finish early on Thursday so I could head to the beach as early as possible to avoid traffic.
Thursday, I worked from home and nothing got completed as planned. I dropped a load of money on four new tires and they tried to get me to spend another load on more work. They are, of course, mechanics and I am, of course, a woman so you know how that goes. At work there were all sorts of oddities that needed trouble shooting and I tried to pack in between them. I just couldn’t seem to get away from work and so the poop that exploded on Wednesday was still hanging in limbo. I was finally able to pull away around three and feared the drive would be bad but I hoped for the best.
It took two hours just to get to Annapolis and the three hour drive took four and a half, but I was just happy to be there. I arrived just as Brotha-Man and SIL were putting the King to bed so I kissed him goodnight and took a pull on the kegerator. Ahh time to wash the week away even though I knew I would be working while here at the beach.
I was asleep by 10 but I had forgotten about the alarm on my cell phone. That was it and I was awake and it was 5am. I couldn’t help but think about all the work I had to do. Granted the data that needed cleaning had been cut back to only 40,000 but last time it was cut close because it took two weeks to clean 5,000. So I was thinking about all this work and there’s a big party in Bethany on Saturday and I wasn’t going to miss it. Our VP said no one was to work on the 4th but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. So now it’s 5:30am and I’m out of bed, before the King even. I’m trying to be very quiet so I set myself up out on the balcony and I start this gawd awful tedious task.
I missed the King’s first walk on the boards, I missed beach time, and I missed nap time. By the time the crabs arrived I had worked straight through and the data was cleaned and is now ready to be organized before sending to the programmers to be imported. The crabs were hot and the beer was cold so I didn’t even bother to change out of my pjs, that I had been working in all day. At least I was in a tank because I looked as if I had been sitting on the beach and I have the sunburn to prove it.
The crabs were delicious! So was the beer for that matter… and still is. By the time I called it quits with the crabs I took a nice shower and played with the King. He was put in his jammies and Auntie Red rocked him to sleep.
It may have been a crap week and a tough day of work but that little boy falling asleep in my arms washes all the crap away and makes me a happy Auntie.
Happy 4th of July!
UPDATED: I’ll take another Bucket and fill it with Orange Crush please!
26 Jun 2008 5 Comments
in alcohol, Beach, dudes, friends
UPDATED: **
Last weekend Shortie came with me down to the O.C. I feared Shortie would be disappointed since we would be hitting happy hour and I would probably be asleep by 9 or 10pm.
My weekends consist of having a few drinks, sleep, get up early walk the boards, sleep, beach time, sleep, happy hour, sleep. So I think you get the point. At the beach Red gets some serious relax/sleep time.
After last weekend I’ve been unable to catch up on my sleep since Shortie and I ended up closing the bars both Friday and Saturday night.
Shortie and I arrived and immediately went over to Macky’s to try and grab a table for when Mom and Dad joined us. I ordered Da Bucket of Orange Crush figuring Shortie would not be able to taste the alcohol. She rarely drinks and when she does its usually because it doesn’t taste like alcohol. Da Bucket grabbed the attention of the table of guys next to us and so the dialogue began.
The Folks joined us but only stayed for a few drinks before Shortie and I ordered our second Bucket. As soon as they left we were pulled into this group of guys and quite literally because they picked up our table and brought it over to theirs.
We had fun hanging with them at Mackey’s and soon they were off to Fager’s Island and asked us to go too. Shortie and I agreed we needed to clean up first since we had no make up on and were in our crappy driving clothes.
I had never been to Fager’s Island and didn’t know what to expect but it was like walking through a jungle to get to the front door. I was surprised to find it had an older crowd but that changed later in the evening. First thing was first and I ordered Shortie and I each an Orange Crush to keep the alcohol flowing in our systems. We hadn’t walked five feet before we bumped into the guys. The first thing they noticed was my glass was nearly empty (yes, already). Shortie piped up and said, “Why haven’t any of you bought her another one yet?“
Before I knew it I had another Orange Crush in my hand and then the night really got started. There was more alcohol and things got a little fuzzy. With that much alcohol we couldn’t help but shake our groove thing. I don’t know how long we were out on that dance floor but it was a great workout.
Before we knew it the bar was closing and it seems I’ve been doing a lot of that lately after a recent conference in Orlando. I thought for sure I was too old for this but this old chick was kickin it.
Saturday brought the hangover, time on the wave runner and sleeping on the beach. We were ready by 5 and headed to Fish Tales to meet up with WW, his girlfriend and her two daughters. They lasted til about 8 before the girls were done and they scooted them back to the hotel.
So we headed back to the condo so we could walk to Seacrets. Seems there were all sorts of friends at the beach that weekend and the plan was to meet up with them at Seacrets. I hadn’t seen Chrissy in YEARS and her and her hubby had a chance to get out without the kids and Seacrets is a favorite of hers so it wasn’t hard to get her to catch up with us. YDH was in town with his girl and his buddy Al.
Seacrets was packed and most of us were geared up for dancing in the room with the bouncy floor. You just need to stand there and you’ll bounce due to everyone else jumping up and down. The whole night was crazy and after Chrissy left and before YDH left the guys, who walked us home the previous evening, showed up looking for Shortie and I. The night was nearly over and everyone was pretty hammered.
He said to me: ”I have the keys and I’m taking you outta here for some alone time. I have a cab waiting outside.”
“There’s a ton of cabs outside… Always, and there’s no way I’m leaving my wing-girl.”
This dude was so drunk he could barely keep his eyes open but he continued, “Come on I’ll have you back in 30 minutes.”
“You’re so drunk you couldn’t even get it up in 30 minutes.“
I had expected him to behave something like this the previous evening but he didn’t, he was a perfect gentleman. At this point he was obviously trying to get some before the weekend was out and you can’t blame a guy for trying. Dude was so drunk and I was pretty snockered so we weren’t going to agree and I wasn’t going anywhere with him. So what do two chicks do in a situation like this? We ditched em. I know pretty juvenile of us but at this point in my life I don’t have to deal with anything that I don’t want to deal with and we were ALL pretty drunk.
Shortie and I hightailed it outta there and back to the condo. I wasn’t even slowed when at some point I accidentally slammed my hand against a wall. I thought I had scraped it up but I didn’t and it was killing me even though I was drunk.
There were numerous calls wondering where we were. Sounding something like “RED! RED! Pick up! Why you do me like that?”
“Pick up“? This isn’t like a home answering machine. I did call back and left a message telling him I just didn’t feel like dealing with his drunk ass.
Sunday brought another hangover but not quite as bad. Shortie and I did some beach time and when the strap from the chair tugged on my hand I nearly hit the roof. I had forgotten about slamming my hand and Shortie and I knew we would have to piece together some of the weekends events on the drive home.
Mom told Shortie she was welcome anytime especially since I seemed to have more fun with her than The Folks. Shortie said, “I don’t know, I seem to get Red into trouble.”
Mom said, “Good!”
Orange Crush
1 1/2 oz. Vodka
3/4 oz. Triple Sec
Orange Juice
Combine vodka and triple sec in an old fashioned glass filled with ice, fill with orange juice and stir.
**Note: The original post has been modified upon finding out that ALL of those guys ARE married with children including the dawgs who were hitting on Shortie and I. We were unaware of this and want no part of it. I guess our instincts to ditch them were right-on.
