Why do I get drunk the night prior to enormous plans like a day at the beach.
Well I woke up feeling like crap. ORLY. Marie was still on the couch, disgustingly chirpy and entertained by my misery. We went to Hungry Jacks for a breakfast that I couldn’t really eat and then to meet Storm in the city.
Storm was late, of course, so Marie decided to record a conversation. She neglected to tell me, however, that she was going to post it on the internet (o she deleted her blog so I’m removing the link). but it’s funny and I’m a narcissist so it’s okay.
So Storm and I went to the beach, Surfer’s Paradise. It was a pretty much perfect day, I was really hungover though and spent most of it complaining. Eventually we went into the water and it was lovelie and when I came out… I felt 100% fine! All I needed was submersion in the ocean.
Afterwards we went to Mosburger for delicious burgers and then to look at the funny beach markets and gosh.. it was a really nice day. Storm was wonderful company.
We talked a lot. I’m still thinking about what we talked about. I’ll post about it sometime.