This past Memorial Day weekend, I paid my first homage to the beautiful shores of Outer Banks, North Carolina and the famed "Duck Beach" where so many hordes of young adults throng for a weekend of sand, fun, and whatever else in which young adults may want to indulge. As one friend put it, "it was like a Mormon rave... glo-sticks and Deer Park bottles EVERYWHERE..."
I returned home to icky, sticky hot weather and thoroughly depressed to have to face another dreary work week, but my future is somewhat brightened by an impending trip to Cancun in June... I know, what a tedious life I lead. To get myself prepped I humbly submit the following:
The awesome song is Mi Swing Es Tropical by Quantic & Nicodemus (a special thanks to area 77, without whom this entire post would not be possible... ah, Google) and I've had it on repeat since Tuesday.
I have a love/hate relationship with Apple and iTunes/iPod... on the one hand, you hate them for being so ubiquitous and popular and that everyone and their stuffed dog has jumped on the bandwagon and you would never succumb to such banal herding, but on the other hand, for that exact reason is it so easy to go with the flow and easily plop your music onto one player and hook it up to your car and your stereo and your computer and your stuffed dog and find any sort of accessory you could ever envision for your mp3 needs... it's like that obnoxious popular kid in high school that you wanted to despise but wished you could be at the same time... or maybe that was just me.
Anyway, enjoy. I'll be making my paper countdown chain...
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Hmm...I wanted to go to Duck...but I told myself long ago that I wouldn't be caught dead at a place where young adults "throng". ewww....
UPC - don't judge until you have experienced "The Duck". Jen, too, was a skeptic, but as you have just read, she did enjoy herself. And I am not a particular fan of the whole "thronging" idea either, but had a fabulous time! Sigh. I miss the beach.
And Jen...I love you, but secretly I hate you and Becky for all the fabulous trips you get to take this summer. Hmph. I'll just stay here in sticky DC and sweat until you come back. Boo.
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