As expected the dinner conversation quickly turned to sex. This surprised no one. Now shock pants, on the other hand, was a surprise. Both their intended purpose, and the sexually possibilities, scare me. It's hour 36 of the trip and Carol Anne still hasn't stopped laughing.
Well, dinner was over and my dream came true - people throwing big wads of cash at me. Well, that's because I paid, but in my mind it was for another reason (which now included shock pants). Back to the hotel to watch a storm brewing over the ocean. Odd.
Well, we do get out there and sure enough, there's a storm. Cool. Kristine brought a blanket, so we laid out on that. The others just stood there. Eventually they left. Which left her and I alone. Well, unless you count the band of recent entries into the army. These guys were on a mission. To build a bonfire.
Oh sure, illegal and somewhat dangerous, but cute nonetheless. Except as testosterone-laden men are apt to do, they over did it. These jarheads went for wood, big wood. I'm talking railroad ties, beams from people's houses. I think they actually got an entire cottage worth of wood in that thing. Now the kerosene comes into play.
Bright. That's a word for it. At least I could now see. Everything. Like the entire beach line. Lots of stars too, which was cool. So with those guys a good 400 yards away and yet giving us the warmth and brightness of actually standing on the sun, we were able to be alone and somewhat comfortable. And that's all I'll say about that.
Of course, when left unsupervised, my friends will inevitably get into trouble. Upon returning to the hotel. I come to find two all too common themes have reoccurred: Chris has been hit on by 16yr old girls, and some teenage girls have locked their keys in their cars. This is two different sets of women, mind you.
To the first, I must say Chris was good and wouldn't give them alcohol. Nor did he sleep with any of them, which is good. As to the second, I guess we all just expected that to happen. It was fun to watch Jeff and Skip try to help them out. Knowing that I was an engineer they figured I could help out. It's like they don't even know me. I am absolutely useless. Period.
But it was fun to walk over there and check things out, if nothing else than the cheap thrill of seeing hot teenage girls in loungewear. This amusement can only last so long because as women are apt to do, and teenage girls especially, they started talking. Well that ruined any potential for fantasy right there I can tell you that. Ha.
So I went back to the hotel and ate more fattening food. Time for bed.