Well folks, I survived my trip to Daytona Beach! It was an amazing trip with even better people, and even better food. There’s nothing quite like going to bed with salty hair, and waking up knowing when you walk out of your room you’ll be right back on the beach. I’m even thankful for the sunburn, no matter how unpleasant it was at the time.
I did learn some things though:
1. 30 SPF is not enough for the Florida sun
2. If you’re going to drive more than 8 hours, have 4 people, or fly
3. Three days was not long enough
Daytona has a piece of my heart, and all of my money. Thanks for the all you can eat crab, mini golf, airbrushed tanks, and $1 jello shots.
Now its time to go back to real life. But, hey, real life ain’t so bad either.
Well friends, family, and random people on the internet. We definitely used our first day in Daytona as a learning experience. That tan that I thought I had quickly turned into a burn as soon as I got out of the shower. So the three of us all sat in bed with aloe covering our leathery burnt skin: mistake number one. Mistake number two, we all underestimated how tired we would be, so we fell asleep, essentially for the night at 5:30 pm. And no that is not a typo, though I wish it was. And to add insult to injury, we slept through breakfast.
We redeemed ourselves shortly after though. No breakfast? No problem, ice cream for breakfast. Burnt? Use an entire bottle of sunscreen and sit in the shade all day. Watch 4 people get stuck in riptides? Ride those waves like we’ve been doing it our whole lives.
It’s been an A+ day here in Daytona, and tonight we’re actually going to make it to the boardwalk and go LIVE. And we’ll probably eat 2 dinners, because if your friends don’t accept the fact that you eat pre-dinner and dinner, than that’s not the kind of people you want in your life.
So as some of you may know, I made the wise (?) decision to embark on an adventure to Daytona Beach for Fourth of July weekend. Well, as of 9:00am, we made it! Was it easy? No. I severely underestimated how long a 10 hour drive was. But after beaching it for 5 hours, it’s already worth it.
We were all antsy yesterday; I was getting repeated texts from Nicci saying that she didn’t know what to do with her life until we left, and neither did I. So, we killed time at Hooters, playing Mario Kart, and after a last ditch effort to get Erin to come, we hit the highway for Daytona.
The first 4 hours of the drive were great, music was blasting, we were having lively conversation, it was great! Then hour 5, 6, 7, 8 draggggged on. It was miserable. I was so tired that my brain was involuntarily putting me to sleep. We almost died 6 times, I take the blame on that one, sorry fam. But then we hit Florida, and it was like a whole new person. I was ready. The miles on the signs for Daytona Beach decreased, 75, 65, 22. We hit the bridge that crossed over the ocean to get to our hotel, and as soon as the light turned green, DJ Nicci herself blasted Somethin Bad, and we were here. Summa Sixteen.
After a day frying on the beach, I am happy to report that I may be the tannest I’ve ever been (thank you Florida sun), and Nicci is perhaps the burnt-est she’s ever been, and Jay somehow missed out on the burn. Day 1 has been, as the kids say, “lit”, be on the lookout for us going LIVE from the boardwalk later 😎.