Finally we hit the beach itself. At exactly the time our other friends were leaving. No worries, we'll still play some Frisbee until dinner time. Downhill in a hurricane (thanks Joe Izuzu). The beach frankly wasn't accommodating and insisted on staying with a serious incline. Next, mean old Mr Wind was out and about. So we chased the Frisbee a lot. Quickly we tired of this and hit the room.
Dinner time. This was good food and good fun. Sure I made an ass of myself with the butter packets and bowls but that's to be expected. Jeff treated, which was nice, but I still think he's trying to get into my pants. But that's never going to work with that approach: 1) I'm not 'dinner easy', 2) not after fish, that's just plain bad.
And then it got ugly. You would think going to the movies would be a good thing. And normally it would be, except this time. For something that sucks worse than Episode II, we tried out Scooby Do-do. I swear I'm not joking. You know it's a bad movie when the only things that are keeping you from poking your own eyes out are 1) the belch/fart contest, 2) hoping Velma's boobs will pop out. The even worse part of this was we got charged more to see that there than back here in Raleigh, which is ridiculous.
The pain did finally end and we got to go into the Bingo hall. Oh yeah. Chris and I were actually thinking of doing that instead of the movie, but they weren't actually playing bingo. They did however, have a few arcade games. Naturally they had Ms Pac-Man and I kept my streak of futility alive. I cleared more boards than I ever have before I think but Jeff still beat me on score (I still fear those ghosts). The rest of the gang played The Simpsons.
Then back to the rooms for bed so we can get up early to kayak. Except we couldn't sleep. Not that we weren't tired form all the driving, the fear of bears and the pain medicine we took after the movie. No, we couldn't sleep because of this recurring, annoying noise. Not like a busted fan, a dead cat or even an alligator fight. Nope, good old fashion shrill laughing. Dammit Carol Anne!
It was a one-woman freak show. A laughing, giggling machine, that woman. Eventually the other room couldn't take it. Apparently skip wrapped his head in a blanket and then Jeff came over to assess the situation. It didn't take him long to figure out the appropriate solution - smother her with a pillow. Ahh, sweet sleep.