ok, im jsut now updating from this weekend. I've been busy and STUFF. The "stuff" has been more important than updating, so i've not gotten to it until now. If you could even call THIS an UPDATE. Its more of the general overview of my life as a pelican walking men's flip/flops. I've returned from paradise and im talking in circles...
let's begin:
Friday- Ran errands without much work activity. It was windy... yeah, thats one of my other excuses. Met Steve at the Days Hotel (it was to drop my truck off, PERVS!!) and we drove to Martin's Airport or whatever, in Essex? Yeah i didn't really takes detailed notes here folks, by general i MEANT general. You want an organized list of facts timelining in increments of 5 minutes, read someone else's journal. Sooo, loaded the plane, took off at around 5:30, with a 2 hour flight into a tiny airport just south of Wilmington, NC. On the flight down the clouds were absolutely beautiful. Soo flufffull!
Well anyways. we land at about 7:30 and take a cab to the marina, hop (alright CLIMB is a bit more accurate) into his boat and splash splash splash across to Bald HEad Island, dock his boat and load the golf cart. Yes i said golf cart. It's like a mini comunity with smaller roads where only golf carts may go. The sandpolice and fire dept. have trucks/gas powered vehicles and they allow trucks for deliveries between so-and-so and 5pm. But mostly its just people wizzing around on golf carts. My goal is to see how often i can use the words golf cart in one journal entry. golf carts. 
Sooo this place is gorgous and we ride to their Villa which is facing the beach with only a small road and about three hops till your ON the beach. throw our stuff inside and relax, goo to the store to get food and make dinner. They close up everything at like 10 pm cause the last ferry goes back across at 11 and people that dont live there have to get off or theyll be shot. (haha, im kidding.... you REALLY believed me didnt you?) Soo we eat and i sit out on the porch watchin the stars and just chilling. There is little light polution so the sky is just WOW! Went to sleep and...
Saturday- ...woke up bright and early at 7:00. I just couldnt sleep any longer. It was too bright and no one else was awake, grabbed some breakfast (banana, apple, yogart) walked over tot he beach and ate it, read a little and walked around. found a shell that looks like a screwy kinda butt plug! Went back grabbed some coffe and sat on the porch with Jeff and one of the coolest things ever (wel not EVER ever, but well in a while... golf carts) happened. This teenager (wasnt a baby and wasnt full grown. hence teenager) bird flies down to the railing of the porch. hes about 6 feet from us and we're like "Hmmm thats cool." he's lookingaround and cleaning himself. then he flies over to Jeff's leg (he had em crossed) and we're like... "wow, thats kinda cool" and hes just lookin around, and diggin his little beek into the folds of Jeff's jeans... well he ends up poopin on him like twice and then i stick out my hand and he hops over to my hand, mind you this bird is like a foot away from my face, and hes walkin aroound on my arm then flies back to the porch and walks around over to this table and i stick out my arm and he hops back over, walks around on my arms, up my shoulder to my neck, climbs up my head and hangs out there and walks back down to my other shoulder and then flies away. It was for like 3-5 minutes. it was awesome.
and he didnt poop on me, yay..... everyone else woke up and we lazed around for a bit, I went for a ride all around the island getting chased by two chicks in a golf cart, and then off to the beach, baked in the sun and back, got veggie friendly stuff at the store ($17's worth *sigh* being healthy is frickin expensive) took a nice nap and then showered and dressed for dinner at the club. Steve walked into the screen door, and dinner was great. apon (upon?) our return home steve and i didnt even go inside, we just sat out and talked till 3am. awesome!
Sunday- slept in till bout 9, did some work round the "Villa" and went for a ride ont he electric scooter thingy. weeeeee. left everyone and went to East Beach for more sun and went down to Cape Fear. Drove the 6 person golf cart golf cart, and let me tell you, without 3 other people, 2 dogs and luggage... that sucker FLIES! Stopping is kinda interesting with its "OH MY GOD" breaks, kind of a last minute rrrrrrrrrrrrrt. (thats a screaching stopping noise). went from the beach took a drive round the island, got a $9 milkshake (and no, they don't put bourbon in it) two shots of espresso i guess pushed the total into second mortgage territory. Back to the "villa" to pack and got dressed, drove the golf cart to the boat, unloaded the golf cart golf cart golf cart golf CART across and to the plane, jumped aboard and zzzzzzzzzzip up to Wilmington to pick someone up and then POOF up to Martin. Shot up to Timoniom and then got my truck and came home.
It was a wonderfully relaxing weekend with dragonflies, butterflies, golf carts, pelicans diving into the oceans for food, possible alligators but i didnt see any... and strange people hiding in my suitcase.
Monday- a bit o work and hit the healthfood store, then home to shower wax my golf cart and change, to daemoncd for pizza then Parkton for a meeting, dropped off a friend and stopped by the Stone Cellar to hear Wes McDonough play and then home.
Didja know that In Pulp Fction, the word "fuck" is used 271 times. Sorry, but i don't know how many golf carts were used in the filming.
Its hot as fuckcheese outside, and im in my cave getting some relief.
golf carts rawk!
let's begin:
Friday- Ran errands without much work activity. It was windy... yeah, thats one of my other excuses. Met Steve at the Days Hotel (it was to drop my truck off, PERVS!!) and we drove to Martin's Airport or whatever, in Essex? Yeah i didn't really takes detailed notes here folks, by general i MEANT general. You want an organized list of facts timelining in increments of 5 minutes, read someone else's journal. Sooo, loaded the plane, took off at around 5:30, with a 2 hour flight into a tiny airport just south of Wilmington, NC. On the flight down the clouds were absolutely beautiful. Soo flufffull!
Well anyways. we land at about 7:30 and take a cab to the marina, hop (alright CLIMB is a bit more accurate) into his boat and splash splash splash across to Bald HEad Island, dock his boat and load the golf cart. Yes i said golf cart. It's like a mini comunity with smaller roads where only golf carts may go. The sandpolice and fire dept. have trucks/gas powered vehicles and they allow trucks for deliveries between so-and-so and 5pm. But mostly its just people wizzing around on golf carts. My goal is to see how often i can use the words golf cart in one journal entry. golf carts. Sooo this place is gorgous and we ride to their Villa which is facing the beach with only a small road and about three hops till your ON the beach. throw our stuff inside and relax, goo to the store to get food and make dinner. They close up everything at like 10 pm cause the last ferry goes back across at 11 and people that dont live there have to get off or theyll be shot. (haha, im kidding.... you REALLY believed me didnt you?) Soo we eat and i sit out on the porch watchin the stars and just chilling. There is little light polution so the sky is just WOW! Went to sleep and...
Saturday- ...woke up bright and early at 7:00. I just couldnt sleep any longer. It was too bright and no one else was awake, grabbed some breakfast (banana, apple, yogart) walked over tot he beach and ate it, read a little and walked around. found a shell that looks like a screwy kinda butt plug! Went back grabbed some coffe and sat on the porch with Jeff and one of the coolest things ever (wel not EVER ever, but well in a while... golf carts) happened. This teenager (wasnt a baby and wasnt full grown. hence teenager) bird flies down to the railing of the porch. hes about 6 feet from us and we're like "Hmmm thats cool." he's lookingaround and cleaning himself. then he flies over to Jeff's leg (he had em crossed) and we're like... "wow, thats kinda cool" and hes just lookin around, and diggin his little beek into the folds of Jeff's jeans... well he ends up poopin on him like twice and then i stick out my hand and he hops over to my hand, mind you this bird is like a foot away from my face, and hes walkin aroound on my arm then flies back to the porch and walks around over to this table and i stick out my arm and he hops back over, walks around on my arms, up my shoulder to my neck, climbs up my head and hangs out there and walks back down to my other shoulder and then flies away. It was for like 3-5 minutes. it was awesome.
and he didnt poop on me, yay..... everyone else woke up and we lazed around for a bit, I went for a ride all around the island getting chased by two chicks in a golf cart, and then off to the beach, baked in the sun and back, got veggie friendly stuff at the store ($17's worth *sigh* being healthy is frickin expensive) took a nice nap and then showered and dressed for dinner at the club. Steve walked into the screen door, and dinner was great. apon (upon?) our return home steve and i didnt even go inside, we just sat out and talked till 3am. awesome!
Sunday- slept in till bout 9, did some work round the "Villa" and went for a ride ont he electric scooter thingy. weeeeee. left everyone and went to East Beach for more sun and went down to Cape Fear. Drove the 6 person golf cart golf cart, and let me tell you, without 3 other people, 2 dogs and luggage... that sucker FLIES! Stopping is kinda interesting with its "OH MY GOD" breaks, kind of a last minute rrrrrrrrrrrrrt. (thats a screaching stopping noise). went from the beach took a drive round the island, got a $9 milkshake (and no, they don't put bourbon in it) two shots of espresso i guess pushed the total into second mortgage territory. Back to the "villa" to pack and got dressed, drove the golf cart to the boat, unloaded the golf cart golf cart golf cart golf CART across and to the plane, jumped aboard and zzzzzzzzzzip up to Wilmington to pick someone up and then POOF up to Martin. Shot up to Timoniom and then got my truck and came home.
It was a wonderfully relaxing weekend with dragonflies, butterflies, golf carts, pelicans diving into the oceans for food, possible alligators but i didnt see any... and strange people hiding in my suitcase.
Monday- a bit o work and hit the healthfood store, then home to shower wax my golf cart and change, to daemoncd for pizza then Parkton for a meeting, dropped off a friend and stopped by the Stone Cellar to hear Wes McDonough play and then home.
Didja know that In Pulp Fction, the word "fuck" is used 271 times. Sorry, but i don't know how many golf carts were used in the filming.
Its hot as fuckcheese outside, and im in my cave getting some relief.
golf carts rawk!
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gentlemancaller:
team pahnk better be ready to lose big time. you got lucky, but not this time. also, i shall be bring a digital timer so we have no 20 minute deliberations over answers.
clover:
cooterhead where are you?