Greetings all! What’s up with it still feeling like a Monday? And how do I even have a case of the Mondays on a Tuesday when I’m on semi permanent vacation?
July 4th weekend was spent at Lake Waccamaw
For those of you who have no clue where that is (i.e. me before this weekend) here is a little visual stimulation for you:
About 40 minutes from Wilmington and an hour from Myrtle Beach. I got here on Sunday afternoon and the first thing I did when I got to my friends house was change and catch her friends boat. I am all for being on a boat and need to make more friends who have one. If someone would just invite me on their boat, I would bring food, hooch and good conversation or stories-I promise! On the boat there was an adorable Chihuahua, Macy.
She’s a poodle-chihuahua like Lincoln but looked more chihuahua than anything. I loved her little life vest she had and kept telling her that there was a hunk of a stud named Lincoln waiting for her in Florida. She didn’t seem to care for him a bit, even after I told her he has a pretty sweet pad in Boca Raton. See I can’t even get boat dogs to like me.
It felt wonderful to be on the water and it was a gorgeous day out. Lake Waccamaw is really shallow so we didn’t go too fast on the boat. When we got out to “swim”, there was no swimming since the water came up to our waist at the deepest spot. No worries though, less swimming means less chance of me spilling my beer.
We were there for about an hour then headed to my friends friends house to get some grub and dry off. I absolutely loved their neighbors house, I forgot to check out if they had a pink cadillac since it would have been the perfect topping to the flowers and house. And I was secretly hoping the lady who lived there had pink hair.
We sat on the lake and watched the fireworks. I love fireworks but once you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all.
And done with the most boring post ever. I don’t know what’s going on with me, it’s around 2pm and I’m still not mentally awake. I woke up at 1030am…..again. So that means two days of nine or more hours of sleep which never happens to me, even when I am very hungover. I don’t know what’s going on with me, why I’m so tired or can’t wake up.
Maybe it has something to do with on July 4th morning when my friend put on a pot of coffee and made me breakfast.
Sweet, right?
Not so much.
After two cups of coffee, I was still dragging. We went to go pick up one of her friends then head over to the lake and I was bitching and moaning about how tired I was. Then she muttered out something saying how the coffee at her house was decaf.
Excuse me?
Oh hell to the no. I almost took off my earrings and put some vaseline on my arms ready to scrap with her. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t do decaf. I just don’t see the point it in and hello, I am addicted to the java. I yelled at her a little bit and I am not exaggerating when I say this, I teared up a bit. I felt like crap that morning but knew I wasn’t hungover and couldn’t understand why someone who said they were my friend would serve me something so disgusting and useless as decaf. I asked if there was a Starbucks in this town-she laughed in response. I asked if there was a Dunkin Donuts-she shot me a skeptical look. Last resort, I asked if there was a McD’s and she said they had two of them here. Game on. We went through the drive thru and I got a large iced skim latte (which they charge you $.20 more for skim milk—eww) and all was almost right in the world again. But it was noon and I was on my first real coffee of the day, that just isn’t a good predicament for me to be in.
Sigh, I really need to kick this habit.
What’s your vice?
Simply Shaka 