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 😎.
Until next time
(which will be tomorrow)
((wish us luck))