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Spring Break: Day One: Wow, This Is Way Better than the Monaco

April 1, 2007 1:28 AM

oday has been a long day. I woke up at seven in the morning. The first thing I thought when my alarm went off was "Jesus, why the fuck is my alarm going off? I don't have anything to do today. I can sleep in all I fucking want today. Fuck this, I'm turning off the alarm and going back to bed." Then, I was struck by the sudden realization that I actually had a lot to do today--namely, I had to travel fifteen hundred miles to Florida.

So I woke up, gathered my shit, showered, cleaned out the seXterra, did some final packing, and got on the road. I picked up Mr. Vice, Purple Hays, and RPM and met up L-Dawg and X-tina at the McDonald's for a healthy, cross-country travel breakfast. After being accosted by a nice (but still creepy) old guy, I gave Mr. Utah his walkie talkie, we all got back into our respective vehicles, and we were off.

The walkie talkies are pretty much awesome. We drove from Madison to Chicago without any problems, although the walkie talkies and the company proved to be indispensable--that is to say, Utah and I had fun with them, no one else could stand them. We got to our parking lot, jumped in the shuttle, and got the airport a safe three hours early. There was some rumbling about that being way too early, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.

We got some food and hung out for a while. Kristin lent me High Fidelity, and it's a pretty much awesome book so far.

We got in the airplane after a long fucking wait. The plane had less legroom than any other plane I've ever been on. The flight was fine, although I thought my legs were going to fall off due to the cramptness. Whatever--it finally ended, we deplaned (I fucking hate that word), confirmed our rental car reservation (although there were a few problems), took the shuttle to our rental car (a Chrysler Town & Country), and went to Crazy Buffet, where Yvette met up with us. Crazy Buffet is even awesomer than we remember, which is saying a lot because we remember it being pretty fucking awesome.

Then we crowded back into the minivan and started our drive across the penninsula, from West Palm Beach to Marco Island. We made a terrible discovery: the stereo in our fucking rental car is a piece of shit. A total and unmitigated piece of shit. The thing will churn out a bunch of bass, and it'll pump out treble in the form of a high-pitched hiss, but it won't produce the sweet mids that are essential if you want to hear, for example, lyrics. So, essentially, our stereo turns every song (except Hey Ya!, apparently) into a karaoke version. Which works out great for Bohemian Rhapsody, but which sucks for pretty much everything else.

In any event, we got to our house with minimal fuss, and there wasn't any problem finding it or getting the keys, which I was sure would be a debacle. The house, in a word, is perfect. It's spacious, beautiful, and we've got a heated pook and an incredible grill. One of the people who is here without a significant other (that is, Utah, RPM, and I) will have to sleep on the couch, but we'll rotate and it won't be that bad. I honestly can't say enough about how awesome this house is. I'll post picture soon.

After unpacking and getting a little settled, L-Dawg, X-tina, Utah, RPM and I went down to the beach. It's been a long time since I've seen the ocean, and it was really nice to see it tonight. We've come a long way today, covered a lot of ground. But we did it with good friends, so it didn't seem that long at all. At least not to me. L-Dawg and I waded into the ocean for a few minutes, then we came back to the house.

Now we're sitting here watching poker, surprisingly enough. Soon we'll be in bed, and we'll wake up to start our first full day in Florida. God, this is awesome.


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