“100 Dirty Hotel California Gurls wanna be Billionaires (so freakin’ bad) that their First Kiss was with A Facilitator on an Airplane in the night sky, and now they’re Bulletproof!”
That is the playlist and songs we (George, Bennie, and I) listened to the whole three days we were there. No brought an iPod to listen to or had an iPod attachment to the car. So the radio is what we had the 4+ hours driving there. It originally was supposed to be 3 and half hours, BUT! traffic was hell! We left around 1130-ish and arrived 530-ish. Hours before we got there, the famous words that came out of George’s mouth when we asked about the hotel: “I was going to wing it!” I stared at him in awed. Who goes somewhere that is going to be packed and doesn’t book a hotel in advance?! And once we drove around from hotel to hotel, we found out that you had to be 21 to get a hotel in person! I thought it was 18 but wasn’t my problem, it was George’s. Unfortunately, the car stalled out in a parking lot. And to add more stress, a leathery old man with gray hair decided to come up and tell us: “You’re blocking the way!” ….The car stopped! Bennie did her thing and used her harsh sarcasm and kinda told the old man off. Once we restarted the car, we went to this motel. They didn’t have rooms but they directed us to another motel type deal. But we passed a motel named the Flagship. Bennie was like: “whats the number to that?” I checked the GPS, all GPS’ have a function where it will give not only the address but also the number, and gave her the number. Miraculously, they let 18 year olds get a room! We were all under 21 so we were grateful! We got their at 5 and found a place to sleep at 7! So we spent 2 hours trying to find a hotel motel. All blame goes to George for not thinking ahead. Once we got there, we needed to rest. The room was…quaint. Kinda tiny, but bearable after we been through.
Once we rested up, we looked for restaurants to go to. We went to a place called Chix. We didn’t know how to pronounce it…but it was good tho! Nice view, nice ambience, great service…I wanna move to the beach! Or to a beach. Which ever. George wanted to other stuff that night. We said no but he continued to bitch. He finally stopped but then bitched about the next day. He wanted us to come with him to a reservation. We groaned and moaned. I woke up at 4 and walked the pier. Thus waking them up as well. When I came back, they were worried about me. It was sweet. Then I fell asleep again till George woke me up. I was irritable. I hit him in the nads then got to a point where I wanted to kill him. He should be glad I didn’t. Anyways, we head out to this reservation for nature and animals and we see a deer once we got their. It was just chilling and eating. It walked to the other side of the parking lot and into another bush. It was awesome! But then we lost george. We tried to find him, but I became a bit uncomfortable with all the tall grass. Horror movies and resident evil have taught me, bad things are in tall grass/plants. Oh, cottonmouths live there too. So getting bit was also another fear. We headed back to the visitors center and chilled there for a bit. We came out and chilled near the bathrooms, because there was shade, and these two sisters were in the dirty bathroom arguing. They were loud. I didn’t hear the rest of the argument because we were worried that George left us. So i went and checked and saw the car was there. Thank god! But we waited and waited till George appeared. We all wanted to leave. Then we got to some beach. Forgot what it was called, but that was the only time we went to the beach and got into the sand. It was nice and cold and freezing and we saw dolphins and rich kids on air mattresses drifting away like Tom Hanks. One of the girls with them lost a floaty lounge thing into the sea. It was awesome to see it go out there. Waves were hit and miss, but I enjoyed it. Sand was hell! It was walking on lava! I think I kinda burnt my feet, but Bennie burnt hers tho. After that, we went back to the flagship and got cleaned and dried to go to this shack place called something and margies. The place was Small looking but quite big and nice inside. They have great She Crab Soup! Best soup ever! It was lush! I wanna go get some or make it myself! Then near the end of our meal, the lights went out. It began to get hot. So since we were finished, we left. We rested at the motel until we left to eat dinner. Between the time we rested in the room, George bitched more. It became annoying! We went to Chili’s because Bennie felt bad for George paying for everything for her. And our waiter was the SHIT! Bennie and I were referencing Fantasy Factory that whole trip. We sang the Facilitator song in the elevator, our room, the car, outside, basically everywhere. When we brought up Fantasy Factory, the waiter came up and looked at George and asked him: “You don’t know what Fantasy Factory is?!” this guy was awesome! He did a that’s what she said joke!!! Sad this is…we didn’t know his name…so on the ticket, it said #007 Jason. So we referenced him as 007 or Jason. He was the best waiter ever! He ever made fun of George and his trees and shrubs class. That was a great night.
Once we got back, George bitched till we went with him to the boardwalk. It wasn’t even a boardwalk. It was the back of hotels and restaurants. There was a pier with a gift shop and George went and bought some thing for a girl we all knew. He said he wanted something flashy. You only give a girl something flashy if you want to be more than friends. After we bought the gift, we continued to walk down the streets of VA Beach. We passed 3 types of clubs. A club, an emo/heavy metal/goth club, and an urban club. Drunk people are funny! I also found a sweet arcade… It was heaven… We saw a fire juggler hula hoop string street performer. He wasn’t really good. But it was entertaining. We walked down the street and then walked back. It was hot and humid. George called us lame because we didn’t want to walk in the hot humid weather. I felt bad for Bennie she was hurting the whole way. George didn’t care just mocked her. At least we saw interesting stuff. An oxygen bar, an outside hookah bar, and a drunk woman. Once we got back to the flagship, we rested and got ready to leave for tomorrow. Bennie and I stayed up and watched Cake Boss. I am now addicted to that show! Love it. Then after that was done, more fantasy factory references.
The last day, we went to a place called planet pizza. It was coo in a way. It’s basically a pizza parlor with a space theme. Nothing new. After that, we headed off to the road. But then stopped behind 6 and 3/4 mile traffic. At least it wasn’t slowed down to a stop. It was moving quite well. During the trip, I drank a lot before we left, so I had to piss. On the way down, I had to piss after two liters of sprite. I told him to get off at an exit and it was backed up. I thought I could wait but I couldn’t. I got out and pissed in the woods. I said good bye to my dignity and released! So same occurrence on the way back. Told him to take an exit, but the 7-11 wasn’t near, we go down the street and still see nothing. I couldn’t wait again so I told him to pull over. I got out and stepped on thorns. It didn’t matter at the time. I pissed as cars passed by. Went I got back, a thorn was stuck in my foot. Unfortunately, the 7-11 was a few yards down. There were food places everywhere. I was pissed. I hurt myself for nothing. We stopped at a dunkin donuts and baskin robins and I pulled out the thorn. I had a hole in my foot. Once I left it alone, I got a cookies and cream milkshake. I looked down and saw that my foot was bleeding. I didn’t mind so we left and continued back home. Then Bennie had to piss as we neared home. We stopped…somewhere…I forgot. But we stopped at a gas station. Someone was in there: I was pacing back and forth. Bennie had to be a bitch and go first. I was going to go in and out but she took forever and almost pissed my shorts. I felt so relieved. Then we made fun of George for taking so long. The cashier tried not to laugh.
It was a fun trip. I forgot to add the time we almost kinda not really crashed? Bennie was singing and decided to add lib it. It went like this: Life is we’re about to hit a truck. As she said that, all the right sounds and actions took place. The cars alarm went off because I didn’t have my seat belt on. I threw my arms everywhere trying to grab on to something. We broke before anything happened. I subtly put my seatbelt on and then we began to laugh about it. It was a nice trip over all, but if George didn’t bitch the whole trip, I would’ve been a better trip. But if Nick was there it would’ve been wayyyyyy better. Oh my title represents the three of us. I was the young one, Bennie was reckless, and George was boring. Yet again, another fantasy factory reference! Muhahahahahaha!
. I just put on my big ass head phones and plug my iPod to it because my little cousin was changing the channel not sure what to watch, so I got a bit annoyed and decided to block the noise out. Now they are going to sleep, sweet. I have my cave back, but with a noise restriction…poop…
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