We went to the beach or springs almost every day. We hung out with my fabulous cousin Amber a few times and met one of her more interesting friends. My uncle cooked delicious food for us.
Probably the most interesting part of Florida was Saturday night. We went out to a bar with Amber and her boyfriend. When we got home we weren't drunk, but we didn't feel like going to bed. So we decided to make guacamole from the ingredients we'd gotten that morning at the farmer's market.
It was delicious. We then stepped out onto the screened-in porch to have a cigarette. (Yes, I smoked on vacation, but don't worry, I'm not buying another pack.) By the this time, it was a little after 3 a.m. When we finished, Nina went to pull open the sliding door, and nothing happened. We were locked out, through no fault of our own. Apparently that door has a tricky lock that will sometimes lock by itself when you close it. Nina immediately collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically. We weren't sure what to do. The locksmith we called sounded super creepy, and we didn't want to pay $45. My cousin goes running really early on Sunday mornings near my grandma's house (where we were staying), so my uncle drops him off, then hangs out there till he has to pick him up. So we decided to just wait it out for 3 hours.
So we were stuck outside with nothing but Nina's purse. I was wearing the kind-of-dressy top I'd worn out that night, capri sweatpants, and heels. Nina was wearing a t-shirt and boxers with no bra. Despite our attire, we decided to walk to Krispy Kreme. What else were we going to do for 3 hours? As soon as we got near the main road, cars started honking at us. Then the guy at Krispy Kreme was hitting on Nina, so we couldn't stay there. We decided to go to Steak and Shake across the street, but some of their male employees were standing out in the parking lot yelling at us, so we headed home. As we walked, a someone from a car yelled, "F-ing whores!" Another person threw a lit cigarette at us that almost hit Nina. It was quite a traumatic experience. And we just can't figure out what we did to warrant those comments. Did we really look like whores? Then I thought of this post from Stuff White People Like and decided this was a good experience for me because I could empathize with refugees in the future.
When we got back to the house, I remembered that I have OnStar, so we could at least get into the car. And it's there that we fell asleep, not even noticing when my uncle arrived. He must have thought we were such crackheads; he didn't wake us up because he thought it was intentional. He said, "You were sleeping so peacefully; I didn't want to wake you." Anyway, we got back into the house at 7:15 that morning.
And that's about all there is to say about Florida.
Probably the most interesting part of Florida was Saturday night. We went out to a bar with Amber and her boyfriend. When we got home we weren't drunk, but we didn't feel like going to bed. So we decided to make guacamole from the ingredients we'd gotten that morning at the farmer's market.
It was delicious. We then stepped out onto the screened-in porch to have a cigarette. (Yes, I smoked on vacation, but don't worry, I'm not buying another pack.) By the this time, it was a little after 3 a.m. When we finished, Nina went to pull open the sliding door, and nothing happened. We were locked out, through no fault of our own. Apparently that door has a tricky lock that will sometimes lock by itself when you close it. Nina immediately collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically. We weren't sure what to do. The locksmith we called sounded super creepy, and we didn't want to pay $45. My cousin goes running really early on Sunday mornings near my grandma's house (where we were staying), so my uncle drops him off, then hangs out there till he has to pick him up. So we decided to just wait it out for 3 hours.So we were stuck outside with nothing but Nina's purse. I was wearing the kind-of-dressy top I'd worn out that night, capri sweatpants, and heels. Nina was wearing a t-shirt and boxers with no bra. Despite our attire, we decided to walk to Krispy Kreme. What else were we going to do for 3 hours? As soon as we got near the main road, cars started honking at us. Then the guy at Krispy Kreme was hitting on Nina, so we couldn't stay there. We decided to go to Steak and Shake across the street, but some of their male employees were standing out in the parking lot yelling at us, so we headed home. As we walked, a someone from a car yelled, "F-ing whores!" Another person threw a lit cigarette at us that almost hit Nina. It was quite a traumatic experience. And we just can't figure out what we did to warrant those comments. Did we really look like whores? Then I thought of this post from Stuff White People Like and decided this was a good experience for me because I could empathize with refugees in the future.
When we got back to the house, I remembered that I have OnStar, so we could at least get into the car. And it's there that we fell asleep, not even noticing when my uncle arrived. He must have thought we were such crackheads; he didn't wake us up because he thought it was intentional. He said, "You were sleeping so peacefully; I didn't want to wake you." Anyway, we got back into the house at 7:15 that morning.
And that's about all there is to say about Florida.
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