Friday afternoon, about two hours after we were dismissed from school for the weekend, our adrenaline is pumping and we cannot sit still. My twin sister and I just turned sweet sixteen six weeks ago and we FINALLY get to celebrate with a weekend vacation at Daytona Beach with two of our closest friends.
Mom and her husband, Wayne, go to pick up a rental car so that six of us can fit with our baggage (both bags and the issue of leaving our boyfriends for an ENTIRE weekend – how horrible!). Sandra lives the closest to us so she is the first to be picked up. She is standing outside in her driveway with two large duffel bags by her sides. Before the vehicle stops, she is climbing into the GMC Yukon between Sarah and I and the three of us giggle with excitement. Wayne gets out, leaving the key in the ignition so that the annoying beeping is sure to let us know exactly where the key is. He meticulously places Sandra’s bags in the back on top of my own, then climbs back into the driver’s seat and closes the door. The beeping stops, but the racket in the backseat continues all the way to Katelyn’s house.
The ten minute drive takes an eternity, but we finally pull into her driveway. A tall blonde girl runs out to greet us as we fly out of the white SUV. I claim the first of three hugs. Her parents follow her out from the elegant French front doors and greet mom and Wayne as they climb out of their seats at a snail’s pace compared to us three girls. Bella, their six month old tail-wagging machine with four legs runs from me to Sarah, Sarah to Sandra, then back to Katelyn in less than ten seconds. Then comes the second round. We laugh even more uncontrollably with four of us and talk so fast with excitement that we have to repeat everything twice. We begin planning our vacation.
“We are going to walk on the beach, and get tan and walk through every one of the gift shops,” I declare.
“Well, I’m single so I am going to be checking out the boys,” states Sandra with a sly smirk across her face. “Maybe I’ll even find a boyfriend.” Katelyn and I roll our eyes while Sarah develops a similar smirk to Sandra.
Twenty or so minutes later, after my parents and Katelyn’s finally quit talking, the six of us climb back into the Yukon. Wayne starts the car and we all buckle our seatbelts. We wave good-bye as we pull out of the driveway. We are on our way!
“Toothbrush, check; brush, check; bathing suits, check… I know I am missing something! Ugh!” The worst part of the whole trip is not wanting to endure the two and a half hour ride to the beach and KNOWING that I forgot something but not being able to remember what it is. Soon I am distracted though with talking to my best friend and deciding what I want to order from the drive-thru window at McDonalds.
Time flies and before we know it, we pass the Daytona 500 Speedway. We are so close, we can taste it! Thirty minutes later we are pulling into a hotel on the beach. We are here! It is close to midnight by the time we check in and bring our bags up to the room and decide on the sleeping arrangements, but none of us four girls can sleep… the vacation has only begun.
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