OBX

It was a week for the record books, my friends. The Outer Banks welcomed us with open arms and a sandy beach (a very HOT sandy beach). Our rental house was amazing, with its own pool, hot tub, and ginormous tv. There were ten of us, but we never felt crowded. Pictures to come shortly.

Lessons learned this week:

1. You cannot ask your pharmacist for medical advice, apparently.

2. Spending hours in the pool and hot tub leave you wrinkly in places you'd never imagined.

3. Waves pack a punch. And a kick. IN THE FACE.

4. Never underestimate the power of a good bikini. Or 15.

5. Polish siblings are evil. Especially at Phase Ten.

6. Tekken 3 is stupid. Or is is Tekken 4?

7. Monopoly is most definitely a "Fuck this game!" kind of game.

8. There can never be too much pool volleyball.

9. Midnight waves are sneaky and will soak you up to your crotchal region if you are not alert.


While everyone else headed south early Saturday morning, a few of us couldn't leave until Tuesday afternoon. The drive down was fun, even with the annoying Ohio drivers and the massive traffic jam near Newport News. But from the moment we arrived, it was nothing but food, beer, games, and relaxation. And pool volleyball, of course. It was the perfect escape from the insanity of DC, and I did NOT want to leave.

Driving home on Saturday morning, we stopped at Hardees for greasy goodness. This softened the blow of leaving. Hardees rocks!

It sucks to be back, but I have my birthday to look forward to now :)