So, um, the beach?

It was...Wow.

Details, yes? Mkay, here they are:

Saturday- after an extremely long 11 hour car ride through a very mountainous terrain (which I hated because I guess someone forgot to tell the cellphone guys to put extra towers on those Appalachian Mountains, so I ran into MANY dead spots on the trip) which ended in me having little sleep because of my 3 year old cousin deciding to kick me in his sleep. We arrived at 4 Saturday morning, only to figure out that our hotel room wasn't going to be ready till at least 2 that afternoon, and by god, none of us wanted to stay in that car much longer. So we went to some weird, cheap hotel to sleep for the night. Had to fit 3 people (2 adults and 1 toddler) on a full sized bed...it was not pretty. But we left about 10 Saturday morning and went to walk on the beach. Then we had "brunch" at the pier restaurant called Big Daddy's. Then we went back to the beach, and ended up waiting in our hotel lobby for a while. We really did nothing else, that day, but the first shell I found was a full conch shell!

Sunday- Jeremiah (my 3 year old cousin) wasn't feeling too good. (not like, spewing chunks but like high fever) and he clung to my aunt. They stayed mostly inside while I roamed the beach, scoping it out for cute guys (although it was useless, I'm a coward! and I'm kinda already taken, sorta but not really) and just collecting shells and sharks teeth.

Monday- Went to this boardwalk type shopping thing (I might want to mention that the prices for things are like higher than normal because it's a town on the beach that's MIGHTY popular) and I bought nothing. Then we went back to the beach, and I laid out in my brand new swimsuit. La De Da. Oh, and we also went to more shops. But I bought something there.

Tuesday- Laid out some more. But if you've ever been to Kings Island in Ohio then you've heard about the little slingshot thing, where they strap you into a seat and launch you up in the air like a slingshot? (Yeah, it's pretty self explanatory) but there was one there, at the beach, and my aunt and I rode it! It was just...WOW. I was totally jittery, because I'm terrified of heights. (emphasis on the TERRIFIED part) and the shot us up in the air (over 300 feet and reaching speeds of 120 mph! er, according to the sign too__) and at the very top we got the PERFECT view of the ocean and it felt like forever, but it was only milla-seconds. Did I mention I SCREAMED all the way up? Yeah, and when we did the first flip...whoa, talk about mind boggling. I held on tightly, but after I felt that I was like totally stuck in place when flipping, I was like, whoop! I looked down at my aunt's flip flops on the pavement about 80 feet below us (that's just a guestament, I'm really not that good at guessing distances) I yelled to her, "Your shoes look like ants!" and she deliberately told me to shut up. I glanced at her striken face and laughed the rest of the ride. Totally worth 40 bucks.

We left Wednesday morning. :( but I had fun, got burnt, and lived the life man. I found like 45 sharks teeth in all. I'll post pictures later.

Signed & Laced with Dreams,
Tandice