Love, Ensley.
Sigh. Just in case this turns into the longest 10 days of my life, I packed up my bathing suits and one of my roommates and headed down to visit my friend Lindsay in Ocean Isle and Wilmington this weekend.
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| Ecstatic to have escaped the sticks |
We sipped coffee while gazing at a golf course, churned through beach reads, and took frequent naps in the sunshine. At night we headed to Pelican's Landing before getting up the next morning and starting it all over again.
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| A little pre-bar yoga. Good for the mind and liver. |
Heaven.
Sunday we drove about an hour north to watch Lindsay's brother play in a volleyball tournament. Drinking beer while watching half naked men glisten with sweat? This is MY kind of sporting event.
Unfortunately for Liza, either the beach bar was abnormally high or she's too young to be drinking:
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| Excuse me? Sir? Another beer down here? |
In one of our first bad judgement calls of the weekend, we let the boys we were with decide which bar we were going to. All I need to say to describe it is this: the band that was playing was so beyond wasted that they flubbed the lyrics to Wagon Wheel. Yes. Wagon Wheel. That's practically the North Carolina state song. Rude.
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| Seriously? Who forgets the lyrics to Wagon Wheel? |
Luckily, I am easily distracted by good looking men who buy me beer:
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| Hey there friends |
Or boy BFFs with Burt Reynolds-like chest hair.
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| Could. Not. Resist. (And yes, I knew this guy before I gave him a chest rub.) |
It's back to reality this morning, tired but tan. If the next ten days of school go by as fast as the weekend did, I'll be one happy teacher.
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