[There are pictures at the end, so KEEP READING!!!!!]
There are a couple things to talk about today. First, the cleanse. It went great Thursday, Friday and most of Saturday. However, Saturday night and Sunday was declared cleanse-free. It was a joint decision by Jenna and me. Back to the cleanse Wednesday (after my birthday).
Now for the fun part: the weekend! It. Was. AWESOME. Best weekend I’ve had in a long time. Basically, the people I was going to the beach with from here in NC were annoying me, in the sense that they kept changing plans, when we were leaving, whether or not we were even going to the beach, etc. By the time the trip was officially “on” (for about the 5th time) I had pretty much checked out. The NC group left Friday night to head to the beach.
Rather than join them, I texted Jenna first thing Saturday morning and asked her if she wanted to hang out at the beach all weekend. She said heck yes. I said I’ll be there in less than 4 hours. I packed my swim suit(s) and hit the road. We were on the beach later that afternoon! We hit the beach Saturday with Sarah, a friend of Jenna’s who is hilar and so much fun. Then we all went out Saturday night. (There are SO many stories about it that I can’t even get started on them.) Sunday was more beach time. The weather was perfect—90 degrees and cloudless. Jenna and I even braved the water. I think braved might be an understatement. It was the COLDEST water I’ve ever felt in my life. I imagine it was about the same temperature as the water the Titanic went down in. Our feet were numb from it, but it was invigorating. To go in we had to get a running start from the beach—there was no “easing” into this hypothermic water. Sarah tried to take some pictures of us running—Baywatch style—into the ice water. See below.
Best pick-up line of the weekend:
::two boys approach us on the beach:: “Hey ladies, my friend here wants to get a massage. Do you know where he can get a good one?”
::insert Jim Halpert Face::
::blank stares all around from us girls:: “Uh, no.”
::boys starting to look a little regretful about their lame pick-up line:: “Oh, ok.” ::awkward laughter:: “Well thanks. I, uh, guess we’ll just get going now.”
::no protest from us::
Oh, did I say “best” pickup line? I meant WORST EVER. But funny.
It looks so serene and innocent, but don't buy it! Brrrrrrr!!
Our home for the day...
This is what happens when a spider tries to mess with me: he gets trapped in a straw with sand at both ends. HA!
Here we are, running into the waves Baywatch-style! There's a reason we're the only ones in the water. It's called hypothermia.
