The weekend that made my body hate me

This weekend was AMAZING. First the graduation and then the beach.
Big J invited me and C to go to his family's beach house at Seaside Saturday. I can't remember when I went to get my oil changed...frankly I don't remember anything about Friday. I have no idea what I did. It wasn't that long ago but it feels like ages.
Anyway, I went to Oil Can Henry's to get my oil change. Of course there were a ton of people there so I had to wait FOREVER and a half to actually get anything done. I'm pretty sure this was Saturday...I finally get in and they start the process. It's hot as hell out so I start fanning myself with some paper....then the oil man says "you're lucky you're wearing something that goes above your knees. It's hot with these polyester pants." Wouldn't be such a weird thing to say if I had gotten out of my car...He kept saying random stuff and I felt like he was kind of hitting on me. He must have forgotten about the patch of herp trying to take over his face.
If I would have known Big J was going to literally take ALL FREAKING DAY to come pick us up I would have driven to the beach way earlier in the day. Like after oil man was done getting herp on my car.
C and I decided to go to her favorite park to swing on the best swings around while we wait for Big J. We get there and of course, it's summer, so all the swings are taken. Sad. Still trying to kill time I start driving to the river. At this point we're not even sure if Big J is coming to get us so we wanna get some kind of sandyish water time in. As soon as we are on the river (which by the way has sucked the last 3 or 4 times we've gone. not only is the "sand" full of pointy sharp painful rocks, but it's dirty as hell because it is a party river after all) Big J texts and tells us to head home because he'll be home soon to pick us up.
Excitement!
We forget that boy time and actual time are totally different things though and soon really meant forever.
He finally shows up and reminds us that we should pack things like pj's and toothbrushes and we were on our way.
Sitting in the back seat of a car is even more different than just the passenger seat. When you're the only one back there, and the music is loud...it's kind of like you're alone. You can't hear the driver and co-pilot talking. So there I was with my thoughts for an hour(ish) while we drove to the beach. It's a dangerous place for me to be, alone with my thoughts. Suddenly I felt a funk trying to attack me. I hate when a funk comes to get me. Loneliness is a bitch. How can you be lonely when you're with people you love and having a blast? I don't know...but there it is. Like I said, thinking is dangerous.
I'm pretty sure it was around 2 am when we finally made it to the beach house. Of course, we want to head straight to the beach. Wake up the sleeping guy, watch the couple fight about going and then leave, without the girl, H. We drive for a little bit and go to a drive on beach. The boys have Jeeps and like to do cookies in the sand. FUN! We drive for a bit. Do a bunch of crazy beach driving and eventually find a place to start a fire. C and I sit back while the boys do their fire starting thing. By sit back I mean....break open the glow necklaces we brought. We like glow sticks in the dark at the beach/river.anywhere outdoors. We each have 3 or 4 glow necklaces and thanks to C's genius brain we make glow crowns. Awesometastic.
The boys start playing with knives...a knife. Throwing it at the big log on the outside of the fire and trying to get it to stick. Not so big J offers me the knife for a try. Why not? A little direction and I'm ready for some redneck games. Guess who stuck the knife on her first try? This chick! Too bad that was the only time it happened. I quit after I was the one that ended up throwing the knife IN the fire. Oops. It was fun to watch the guys try to get it out though. Finally someone remembered a glove and the knife was saved. And then they played some more.
Time for some catch with the football. We use the headlights as lighting for our game and start throwing. You know what would make it better? Using a glow stick so we can actually see the thing flying at our faces. Headlights are cool and all but when you're looking right at them you can't see that stupid ball.... I catch it once. I almost catch it again....but instead only jam my pinky finger. Owie. Insta bruise.
Better idea. Break open the glow stick (stolen from my crown btw...sadness) and pour the glowy goodness on the ball. Turn off the headlights and oh my god! How freaking awesome! Glowing football. There are droplets of glowness on the sand. First throw...and glow stuff goes everywhere. Droplets fly from the ball when it's thrown and then it's like a glow explosion when it hits the ground. So freaking cool. You touch the ball and your hands start glowing. Except the glow on the ball isn't lasting because it all keeps falling off.
Then all eyes are on me and my glow crown. I tell them to back off. They already took one of my glow sticks. Take one from C's crown! Now someone is going for C and someone is still coming at me...Well they can't have my crown. So I run. And I am definitely being chased. Crap. I heard someone say how funny it is to just see glowing hands running through the dark. I can see C running the other direction. Well, I can't see her...but I can see a floating crown. Keep running, keep running. Almost get caught. Keep running, keep running, can't run any more, too much, running in sand is hard, I don't even like running. BAM! Tackled. Not so big J is taking my crown! Damn damn damn. I try to get it back but of course I'm not match for this guy. So we start walking back to the football area and he is trying to untangle the glow sticks so he can use one. I tell him he's doing it wrong and he gives me the crown so I can help. Then I run again. BAHAHAHAHA sucka!!! But it looks like they got one from C anyway so they don't need mine. Good. Head back to the fire...
Not so big J suddenly has an epiphany and goes to his car to get a glow stick from his survival kit....so it's one of those mega giant super glowy sticks. Hells yes. They break it open and start pouring it on the ball. We start catching the glow stuff in our hands as it drips off the ball and then suddenly we're having a glow fight. Boy C wipes his hand on his shirt and then Big J uses the glowy drippy ball to splatter boy C with glow. Awesome. I don't remember exactly what order things happened but all of a sudden everything is bright green....because someones bright ass glowing hands are attacking my face. My face is glowy!!! He's gonna get it. Chase time!
I run after him. Stop. He runs after me. Stop. Run run run, stop. KAPOW! I'm in the sand and glow is everywhere. Oh eew....sand is definitely in my pants. And my shirt...my glowing shirt...hey my pants are glowy too!
Time for more football. C won't catch the ball because she doesn't want the explosion of glow to get on her clothes. And oh yea, she has glow war paint on her cheeks. Every throw and every catch (or drop) leaves splatters of glow on the sand. C points out that it now looks like there is a universe in the sand. Blackness everywhere except for the bright glow splatters. Totally looks like a universe.
Guess what? New giant glow stick! There is a lot of glow going on. And then a lot more running. Why do they want my face to glow?! Run away, run away, run, run, can't...keep....running....crap. Tackled again. At least it wasn't all the way down to the sand this time. Tackle me....get glow hands to the face. Whoops....I mights got boy C's glasses glowy. Well that's what he gets for attacking me. Yep.
Boy C and not so big J keep chasing me and I find out the way to avoid them is to get in the water. Awww they're scared of a wittle water. C and I have already been playing in the water so my jeans are already rolled up and I'm not wearing shoes so I don't care if I get in the water. It's not that cold....wusses.
Boy C had actually asked me earlier how long it had been since I was last at the beach. He thought it had been at least a year because I was so excited to be there and I kept playing in the water and splashing around like a lunatic. A very fun lunatic. He was very surprised to learn it hadn't even been a month. At least I think so....I don't really have a good grasp on time. But I know it hasn't been that long. And the beach at night is so much fun. I just love it. I basically want to live at the beach. Fer reals.
More redneck games at the fire. Knife throwing, then axe throwing...safety. Nothing but safety. By the time we break apart the giant fire and head back to the house (with some more cookies and water driving of course) it's around 6 am and most definitely light out. Suddenly the guys are worried that H is up and mad at us for leaving and coming back so late. Oh well. As far as I'm concerned, she can't be mad because she had the chance to come. The light is on when we get home but nothing happens. Silly men. I can feel the funk coming back. After all that fun, I'm going to get attacked by funk? How annoying. Not so big J heads upstairs....and comes back down with pillows and a blanket and starts to unfold the futon to sleep on. Nice.
Everyone is going to bed so I decide to try and walk the funk away. I head out the door and not so big J looks at me like I'm crazy but whatever. I walk straight to the beach. Maybe 3 whole blocks away. I get to the boardwalk and I turn to look back and of course someone followed me. It's boy C. I sit on the bench in front of me and just wait. I'm not in a good enough mood for this. It's nice that he wants to make sure I'm alright or whatever but I really just need to be alone. After some small talk and a lot of silence I get up and tell him I'm going to keep walking. He asks if I want some company and I say no thanks. I head to the sand and water. It's 6:30 in the morning so the beach is basically deserted and so peaceful. The sound of the water is so nice. The feel of the sand under my feet is just amazing. I find a log and I sit. For a while. Then I get up and walk for a while, down the beach, in the warm sand. Thinking. Dangerous... Stop and turn around. I contemplate walking all the way to the end of the beach. There is an end...but I head back to the trail I took to the beach. I don't go back to the house. Instead I just walk through the town. I find a park...with swings. Crazy tall swings! I actually had to hop and hoist to get myself up there. My feet were like a foot and a half off the ground when I was in that thing. You know how hard it is to swing when you can't reach the ground? I gave up. I sat there for a while. I noticed a guy down by the river at the edge of the park...talking on his phone with a 6 pack as company. it's not even 8 am and you're drinking a 6 pack? At least I'm not that guy. I get off the swing and crawl up onto the play structure. I hang out on top of the slide for a little bit before sliding down (all 3 feet of it) and sitting at the bottom for a while. I keep walking. Nice houses, nice yards, people are out for their morning jogs. I make it back to the boardwalk and then to the same bench I had sat on earlier. I sit...then I lay down. I close my eyes for a second and that's when I realize how exhausted I am. I wish this funk would leave so I could sleep. I head back to the house. Everyone is asleep. H has come down and crawled into futon (I can't say crawled into bed because it;s not a bed so there) with not so big J. Boy C is fast asleep on the couch. I wonder how long I've been gone. There are pillows and a blanket on the other couch for me. I grab a pillow and slide to the floor behind the couch. And then the emotions attack. Seriously? I went for a walk so this could happen out there....away from people....ugh.
I go upstairs and crawl into an empty bed. It's 9 something now. I should definitely sleep. Not an easy task when your eyes won't stop leaking and your brain won't shut the hell up. Big J gets up and goes downstairs. He comes back up and lays a blanket over me. He quite literally tucked me in. And then he noticed I was awake and asked if I was ok. Crap. See, emotions are mean to me and when someone notices it makes it worse. Anyway, I can't talk because my brain won't let me. So I give up and so does he. Bed time. Finally.
The house was all awake by 1 or 2. I was awake for a long time before I got up. C came upstairs to see how I was doing. I am so lucky to have the friends I have.
Plan for the day? Beach of course! C and I head out before everyone because we're not going to change out of our pj's to go play in the sand. Even though I'm wearing pants she somehow manages to talk me into getting in the water. I roll my sweats up as far as I can and in we go. It's refreshing...at least, after you go numb. Boy C and not so big J are having a blast. Riding waves and splashing. Now who looks like they haven't been to the beach in years? Ha! We play some more catch and I hurt another finger....but it's not bad. My pinky knuckle is purple from the night before. And it totally hurts to move. I should learn how to catch better....Head back to the house. Everyone showers. Not so big J, boy C and H head out to the shop and C, Big J and I stay at the house. I'm freezing to death so I'm under 500 blankets (ok, 3) and we're watching cake boss. Mmmm cake. Now I'm craving cake so of course when the others get back they have cake. Damn...I should have gone with them. Big J starts dinner for us (yummy spaghetti and garlic bread) then goes to wash his Jeep.
You know what I noticed? If someone has a ford truck, it's always referred to as "the truck". A toyotta, honda, any sedanish car or mini van is generally referred to as "the car". Like "get my coat from the car" or "my flashlight is in the truck". But if someone has a Jeep, it's always "the Jeep." My ex had a jeep. We never got things from the car. It was always from the Jeep. We had 2 Jeeps at the beach....and they were always the Jeep. Why is Jeep the only car we call by name?
We pack up and clean the house. It's lateish. We head to the drive on beach again. More cookies! The tide is waaaaaaaay far out today. I definitely did not have to run that far last night when I was getting chased. We find a free fire and park. Big J puts some music on in his Jeep and we hang out around the fire. The girls bond over stories of arrest or near arrest and the boys do whatever the heck they did...I don't know. I was bonding!
We don't stay as long this night because it's Sunday and we have to get back to town. Still, we don't leave until 11 something. Of course we have to stop at the car wash before we can leave. Can't have sand all over the Jeeps, now can we?
We leave at the same time. Boy C is riding with us now and not so big J and H are following us. At least we thought they were....Boy C is riding with us because they were fighting and he didn't want an hour and a half of awkwardness. I don't blame him one bit. When Big J notices they're not behind us he pulls off the road at a drinking water stop. Out on the highway, with no city lights near by....the stars are absolutely breath taking. People driving by must have thought we were crazy. 4 people standing on the side of the road looking up at the sky. And then my rockstar kicked in and I was spinning in circles and getting very dizzy. Fun! Not so big J and H pass us. Then come back. And then leave again. Ahh, fighting couples are so fun. Big J drops off boy C first. That's when I find out not so big J and H live in the same apartments my bestie in the westie used to live in before she moved to the other side of the country. And that's when I remember seeing Big J drive by when me and my bestie in the westie forever ago (or a year ago...whatev). Small world, as always.
Big J gets us home around 2 something and once again, I am so thankful for my bed of heaven.
Then I woke up this morning and found out my body is pissed. My legs don't want to move. My arms hurt. My back hurts. My abs! Oh god, my abs! What the hell?! My freaking feet are sore too?? There are about 8 feet between my bed and the bathroom. All 8 feet hurt to walk. How the hell does my back hurt when I walk?
Brush my teeth. Owie. My pinky is still purple....less painful than the night before but still not normal. Shower. Painful. Put lotion on....Holy shit that hurts. Comfy clothes day for sure. So glad I bought an extra rockstar last night. Co workers laugh at my pain (which is fine since I'm laughing too) as I hobble through the office. This is clearly a sign that I need to play midnight glow football more often....right?