Well i'm here in the car on the way back home from north carolina now. Theres still maybe like three hours left till we get there. What to say about the trip? It was just kinda blah up until the last two nights
we were there--last night and the night before. Two nights ago was mom's birthday and she and dad went out walking and went on the
pier thats right outside the condo we were staying in. Theres this building thats sort of attached to the pier. Up until two nights
ago we all just thought it was another building with condos in it. Mom & dad discovered theres actually a bar in there. They
partied in there for a while and made some new friends. After a couple hours of that, mom called me and i went over there to
drink too and dad went back to the condo So someone would be there with the boys. So me & mom i guess sort of made
friends with these people ashley and brian, and they said "hey tomorrow night u guys should come to 'the sea witch' for karaoke night" and
so we went that night (last night). Mom sang two janis joplin songs. I sang a blink 182 song and a lily allen song. We met
several new people including this caribbean guy named peppermint and his so-called agent named 'paper london' even tho he said his
real name was anthony. Then i ended up meeting this guy named danny. How can i even describe him? I can't quite put into words how
fuckin hot and adorable and charming and sweet he was. The southern accent--or southern drawl, or whatever--just magnified it all. That night i felt like i was in a dream. This little beach town in north
carolina seemed like some kind of fantasy land. It all just made me want to move to the south. But, you know, i say things like that
sometimes--things that sound like big drastic life-changing decisions--and then later realize it was just an overreaction to a
really good or bad experience. Anyway but danny ended up taking me back to his place, and back to his bed :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
:) :) :). Anyway so yeah last night was fun. Also i learned a new song at the bar, a couple people sang
it for karaoke night. It actually sounded just barely vaguely familiar but not enough to sing along to it but everyone in the
bar--and i mean everyone--knew that song and was singing along to it. It was called "family tradition" by hank williams.
Aw man what an awesome night.
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