I'll work backwards.
E, co-fluffer and lovahhh came on friday. We stole the '67 Firebird, and drove with the boys into town. I must say, that car is hott, and we broke a lot of staring necks. We bummed around for awhile, and E went on a hunt for the perfect canvas bag, which took for fucking ever. But we found one! At a weird store called Katy Did. I asked the sales girl what did Katy do?, but she was Bulgarian or something of the like, and thought i was on drugs, most likely.
E, JF, JC and i came home, and relaxed a bit. It was lovely.
Saturday: woke up, stole the firebird again, got coffee (my love) at the general store. Then flea market, i got a ring and a creepy croc bag. Then we beached it. When we were walking down the beach, we unfortunately ran into M, who apologized about the whole P situation (will explain at a a later point), and told his own long winded story about how he got screwed over too. (Um, right...). Then E and i took a nap.
When we woke up, the sky was stormy, pitch black. No good. E and i booked it back to the boat, as we were the last ones left. Then the boat wouldn't start. And the wind picked up. And there were whitecaps. And then it started to pour. And we were stuck. So we took turns trying to swim/pull the boat, but the wave were too huge, so we decided to just drift until we reached shore. Lone little castaways, we reached shore. It was pouring. We must have looked like crazy little gypsies. We started walking to find a house so that we could use a phone. There was thunder and lightning and rain and it was freezing. And as we were walking, i swear there was a washed up dead dolphin. In Tisbury Great Pond. In Massachusetts. I promise, it was a dolphin. Think Flipper, only kind of stinky and decayed. Anywhos, we found a house with two little kids home all alone, and we borrowed their phone in the lest sketchy manner possible.
Next day (Sunday), slept in and beached it again. No rain this time, and it was ten times better.
Last night (Sunday night), the mo and popo had a "small cocktail party". I thought it was small, until the tent company showed up and pitched a gigantic ten in our yard. About 200 people showed up for that small party. Jezuz.
And today E had to leave meeeeee. She is my one and only fluffer, and i already miss her!
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