It is most certainly a beautiful beach weather day-- sun is shining, the sky is blue for miles, the waves in the ocean move forward with just the right amount of white cap …why shouldn’t it be; here at The Islander it is “Tropical Thursday”. Three dollar mai tais for all with cash. (Fear not I have a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka and a jug of Crystal Light for a mixer.)
Yesterday’s Wild Wednesday with its $5 strawberry daiquiris—well I needed to be in a total state of Amy Winehouse in order to accept King Ralph’s mistake of booking a prepaid room in DAYTONA Beach Shores instead of his intended booking at The Islander in New Smyrna Beach. Simple oversight, right? Maybe not...as far as we girls are concerned. Oh God be with me while we vacation here, thankfully only for two days, in this nasty-of-nastiest beach front hotel on earth. To relieve my fear of virus I brought in the can of Lysol from the car and sprayed the beds before slumbering (you can sense the beds have a few hard ridden miles on them). College kids dig this place for some reason—maybe it is the themed days at the pool side Tiki Bar. Bonus—I must be a Stifler's mom because last I got invited, along with Princess A, to a room party. Whoaaa-hooo, I must still possess the presence of hot- fun- girl…and, although a few of these kids would benefit from a good reading from the Bible I keep in car—I suggested to one young lad if he remained intoxicated his entire trip he would begin to think he was actually staying in a nice hotel. So Princess A made this for me in the sand….
Really in the end what matters most is that (I stay out of the room and on the beach) we are laughing, singing our favorite greatest hits and turning our albacore tuna colored skin to a nice Native American tone.
…and so I say life in Daytona is good. Girls Gone Wild here we come. Now wouldn’t this make Grandma’s day? I bet it would! Three cheers to Spring Break 2008.
Yesterday’s Wild Wednesday with its $5 strawberry daiquiris—well I needed to be in a total state of Amy Winehouse in order to accept King Ralph’s mistake of booking a prepaid room in DAYTONA Beach Shores instead of his intended booking at The Islander in New Smyrna Beach. Simple oversight, right? Maybe not...as far as we girls are concerned. Oh God be with me while we vacation here, thankfully only for two days, in this nasty-of-nastiest beach front hotel on earth. To relieve my fear of virus I brought in the can of Lysol from the car and sprayed the beds before slumbering (you can sense the beds have a few hard ridden miles on them). College kids dig this place for some reason—maybe it is the themed days at the pool side Tiki Bar. Bonus—I must be a Stifler's mom because last I got invited, along with Princess A, to a room party. Whoaaa-hooo, I must still possess the presence of hot- fun- girl…and, although a few of these kids would benefit from a good reading from the Bible I keep in car—I suggested to one young lad if he remained intoxicated his entire trip he would begin to think he was actually staying in a nice hotel. So Princess A made this for me in the sand….
Really in the end what matters most is that (I stay out of the room and on the beach) we are laughing, singing our favorite greatest hits and turning our albacore tuna colored skin to a nice Native American tone.
…and so I say life in Daytona is good. Girls Gone Wild here we come. Now wouldn’t this make Grandma’s day? I bet it would! Three cheers to Spring Break 2008.
* tomorrow I will post some beach beauty pics for your enjoyment
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