Holy crap, I haven’t written in this confounded thing in a week? Guess not. (this will still be a boring entry)
Hmm. Canes lost the Cup. Poland beat the USA in soccer, but the USA made it to the second round because Portugal lost to South Korea, and then the USA beat Mexico 2-0 this morning. O-lé, Olé Olé Olé, O-lé, O-lé. This means the US is one of the final 8 teams in the Cup.
We went to the beach on Friday. Cynthia and Amy picked Chris and I up. We started off the trip by going to Bojangles for breakfast, but Amy did not have anything, apparently just so she could later complain at great length that she was hungry. We got to the hotel early, but could not check in. We went to the beach instead — Carolina Beach, that is. ‘Twas windy, and the sand did blow, and the sand did sting our legs and cover up all of our belongings. We went back to the hotel and met Cherry and Justin, then waited a while more for Jim and Mandy to arrive. Going on a tip from Cherry’s grandmama, we went to the Jones Seafood House, which is near Wilmington on some street that I remember as “paved” in an area I don’t remember at all. There was a sign on the front door that said “Through these doors walk the best fed people in North Carolina.” That is what I call a good omen. We all enjoyed lots of seafood, with the exception of Mandy who would die if she ate seafood; and Jim, who thought it best to order a gigantic meal, then eat a metric ton of hushpuppies before his meal arrived, and then deliver a blank stare at his mountain of food when it showed up.
Back to the hotel. We watched the Iron Chef — special ingredient, bean sprouts — and though it was an unremarkable episode, it kicked off lots of broken english being spoken among the group. Then to sleep. I stayed with the ladies, and the other guys (minus Justin) went to sleep in their room. Then immediately awake, as Cherry was up at 0800 hours to wonder where we were. As it turned out, we went right back to sleep. Then Chris called at 9, and woke me up, and I mumbled something into the phone. Went back to sleep. We were at Dunkin Donuts by 10, and Carolina Beach by 11:30.
The sand was much kinder. Jim and Chris and I went out in the water for a while. Cynthia came in for a bit, too, but it was very choppy, so she went back out. I appreciated her attempt to shut me up, though, as I always bitch about no one wanting to come in the water with me. Cherry stayed on shore, doing who-knows-what. Mandy built a sand castle and flashed some pelicans. Amy bathed in sun.
After a few hours, we headed to Wilmington for a small dose of sightseeing. At that point, my camera stopped working, goddamnit. It just sits there and flashes the “card full” error code, but that’s not the problem. It pisses me off, but it could be worse I guess. I could have dropped it in the ocean. So I’ll call Olympus today, and send it in for repair. At least I was able to get beach pictures before it broke. No, they are not uploaded yet, but they will be soon — just you wait and see.
And then we came home, more sunburnt than we had thought, but not too bad. It did hurt a little putting the backpack on this morning.
Yesterday, I went to Cynthia’s for steaks, then went with her to Target to get some stuff that the soon-to-be Russeses registered for. Those two are so spoiled. They are going to have to get UMD to buy them a mansion just to house all the crap that they are receiving as gifts.
Played basketball last night. 3-on-2, and I actually won both games even though it was just me & Jim in the 2nd game. The first game I played well; the second I did not. I mostly threw up air balls that Jim put back up. We made a good team. I should probably not play for a couple days; the blisters are pretty bad. I should have just bought some shoes that fit me right.
Back to the grind. . .
Tags: General Thoughts by Tony
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