Sunset Beach 2007

The land of a thousand Irish Carbombs

 

 

You know, this trip was destined to be fun. I mean, anything that starts with almost $500 in liquor is bound to be entertaining at the very least.

It was a long, shitty drive to Sunset Beach. We had these horrid little energy drinks that tasted like pineapple scented mothballs. And, while they did lend a bit in the field of keeping me awake... it was not due to some sort of energy boost. No no, they just made everyone's stomachs hurt. Sweet. It rained at the worst times and it was all we could do to keep from driving straight the hell off the side of a mountain. Then we hit the inevitable traffic that accompanies Myrtle beach on any Saturday in the summer.

So, it was with great relief that we arrived... in varied states of disarray. Then we saw the house. I mean, I had already known it would be funny when I picked it based on the photos on teh interwebs... but nothing could have prepared us at that moment.

Standing in it was surreal. It was perfect, fit for the kings we are.

There we made some of the manliest meals known to our species. If I ate like this all the time I'd be dead by 40. Well, I mean, odds are I will be anyway... but not so much from poor health as fireballs.

We even made Mancakes. In fact we made so many that the supply lasted for days. I mean... the average breakfast involved beef and alcohol.

Mmmm... Mancakes and Mimosa's...

Jesus... we must have eaten 10 pounds of beef jerky. And Nick just about emptied the ocean with one meal.

Take THAT, sea life! Chris and I even helped him out.

 

I finally figured out why people rub that white shit on them when they go to the beach. They call it sunscreen, and people wear it to stop the sun from burning them to a crisp. I did not wear this. I was burned to a crisp. Good god... first day we were there we stayed out for 5 hours in direct sun. This was a mistake. I spent the next 4 days leaking.

*Gross picture here*

Yeah, it sucked. And once it stopped leaking it turned into one giant piece. I had dragon skin or something. I would poke one side of my face and the other would move. However, enough Carbombs and White Russians will negate a lot of ailments. They will also make you try and chase seagulls in the middle of the night.

Chris and I were out roaming or something after imbibing quite a bit when I saw a seagull sitting in the sand asleep. I'm like eff yeah... they harass us all day and now it is time for revenge. So we go full sprint and try to kick it, only to see in the dark two or three hundred of the bastards waking up and taking flight, swarming around us.

They were not amused. Probably the most amazing bit is that we didn't get pooped on even once. I'd love to have seen the vegas odds on THAT.

Nick and I hit the USS North Carolina. I mean... it was pretty nice... for a boat... I guess....

Sexy.

Jesus... the guns on that thing have guns on them...

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bah... enough typing. Time for bunches of random pictures from the trip.

 

And how many people do you know that would sign the guestbook in code?

Good times. Kickin' back on the deck under the bright moon with a good cigar and drink in hand, the warm breeze making its way past. It's hard to go wrong with that.

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