JC Beach Trip July 2001 - Part 4

It’s late and we’re all tired. So of course we stay up in our room talking. Now there are more people in our room than should be. Although about 10 of us are in there talking, 2 of us managed to fall asleep on the spot. Other people kept wandering in and out of the room. Late. Ok, party’s over, time to go to bed.

Ugh, not the floor again. Nope, this time I get to share a bed. So I go up to another room with this kind woman (name omitted to protect the innocent). All I want to do is sleep but soon enough we start getting hot and steamy. Literally. A damn sauna it was. WTF? Must’ve been 95 degrees in there. Something’s wrong with the AC and I was already dehydrated from being out. So now I can even breathe right it’s so hot and oppressive.

So now I can’t sleep. Sweating bullets from the heat and drooling from exhaustion, I was quite the sight. So we talk ourselves to sleep. Or we tried. Again with the hot and steamy. But at least I can go back and tell folks I got all sweaty sleeping with a woman, ha.

But that wouldn’t be all the sweat from the weekend. Time for breakfast again. "How was breakfast?" "Not good, same as yesterday." "Oh, I see." "No you don’t I mean it was literally the stuff left over from yesterday. Buuuuuuurrrrrrrrrpppppp!" And now I’m sweating from the pain. But there’s more where that cam from, now it’s time to pack up.

We pack our stuff quickly and get it loaded. But we had some stuff left at Kimmys and needed to do some swapping. Unfortunately not wife-swapping. So we get over to the girls place. You can always tell you’re at a girls places when you open the door. It’s at that point you lose your sense of smell, the hair in your nostrils and become dizzy. What is all that scented shit?!

Fighting back nausea and a gagging reflex, we managed to enter the room and proceed to get stuff. Well, let’s throw some leftovers in the cooler. Hmm, 214 cans of Bud Light. 4 cans of peaches. Peaches? A thing of Humus. I still don’t even know what that is. 2 jars of jelly and 1 jar of peanut butter. First, that doesn’t even sound like beach food. Second, was there an Army Troop staying there we didn’t know about? We get this loaded up and out to the car.

Bright is the sun. And hot. Damn. Skin already tight and slightly burned from yesterday, I want nothing to do with Mr Sun. I bathe in Sunblock2000 and put my clothes back on. After a little rest (under someone else’s blanket, from which I was evicted) and some chit-chat, it was time for another "Walk". Like a sadist, or man with amnesia, I go right on out there. It’s easy to tell we’ve walked to far when looking back towards where the hotel was supposed to be, we see the curvature of the earth. And now I’m thinking, "she’s going to kill and eat me."

Eventually we made it back. And if you think I exaggerate on these things, try this on for size: Chris and OD (some of the slackest, latest guys I know), had actually packed up from the beach, loaded the car and were wondering where the hell I was. Did you check for vultures guys? That’s where I was.

On the road again. And yes, just as painful as that song. Again only make it two hours before I’m about to pass out. So no OD is driving again. And yes, again we get stuck in construction traffic. Again, I am drool-sleeping through the whole thing. Alas, another 5hr drive and we make it back home.

Just in time for the guys and girls to watch Suicide Kings. That movie cracks me up.

Well, that’s it from the Beach Trip, hope your weekend was just as sunny as fun as ours.

Clay "That’s Incredible" Berry