Sunday, March 21, 2004 There was a party. at the beach
These are the rules:
* When your old college roommate calls you up and invites you to lunch, you have to go.
* And after lunch, when your old college roommate's band (and their friend who is your friend, too, but was the band's friend first) is supposed to continue to Myrtle Beach, SC to play a show, and they tell you that you're coming too, "Because it's funny," you have to do that, too, even and especially when there is clearly not room in the car, because that's funny, too.
I curled into a very small ball. My giant frame aches. I was not meant to occupy small spaces.
The show was in a bar, where people kept wanting to exchange high-fives, which aren't really my "thing." Those people made fun of me. I was really just waiting in line for the bathroom, but they were very insistent, and then very mocking. This is called Southern Charm.
They didn't seem to "get" the fog machine, either. It's like, excuse me, South Carolina, but your indoor air is like 74% tobacco smoke anyway. Grow up, Myrtle Beach.
Later, I put my toes in the ocean, and it was cold.
Before we could get to the ocean, we hit some traffic, and that's how we remembered we were in a party town during spring break.
We remembered because people were saying, "Party" and "Spring Break!" and disparaging my friends' "ride".
On the way back, we ate boiled peanuts; these taste like beans, only more delicious and more wrong. You have to pick them out of their slimy shells. They are best when served with scalding and corrosive gas station coffee.
posted by Frenzy Lohan | 3/21/2004 10:10:00 PM
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