Beach week is a yearly summer outing, spent with some of the most amazing people ever. It awaits me every year with extreme thrills. You can’t go wrong with a beach week. There is always plenty to keep you busy even if you’re simply simmering next to the pool or taking a snooze.
The tradition of beach week began when I was only three. I still remember the fun we can have on a vacation as a three-year old. I developed my first organization at the first beach week. It was the famous “ Candy Club.” All the proceeds went directly to our mouths. Even though there were only three members we managed to put away all the donations. The members allowed in the business were “Pixie”, really Lisa, who received her name for the love of the sugary sweet goodness of pixie-stixs. And there was Jackie and I who shared our affection for the red bumpy candy that felt like the little ridges on the roof of the mouth.
I love the people who attend beach week each year. No matter who comes, the typical amusing family like my aunt Monique and uncle Fudd, or new adventurers, we always have a fantastic time. The types of people that take part in beach week are not boring. They are the more sporadic, “say what I feel” kind of people. They are like electric currents bursting from a lightening strike. We invent and improve on stupid human tricks on every vacation. Last year, we conducted a symphony of farting straws. The high and low pitched squeaks and squawks all chimed into “When the Saints Go Marching In.” We do so many interesting activities, we document them with a quote book so we can look back an see how stupid everyone sounded. The video cameras and photographs, also, help capture the unforgettable moments.
Hitting the beach is what beach week is known for. Whether the adults are pool-sided with their alcoholic beverages because their bodies can’t handle what they think is icy temperatures, the younger ones are polar bears when approaching the ocean. They can’t even tell that the water is frigid, because they are distracted by how much fun they are having. There is so many different ways to keep entertained. I enjoy fishing on the pier and checking out hot guys with my best friend Emilee. Boogie boarding, skim boarding, and long strolls along the beach, collecting shells and wash ups are inevitable. Just having the powerful waves roll atop you like a scrawny kid on the bottom of a dog pile is startling but invigorating. Boredom does not exist during beach week.
The weird stuff you can do and encounter in the places we go is endless. The majority of beach weeks are located in the outer banks of North Carolina. There are some diversions like Key West, Florida. But we normally stay with what we like best, the “OBX”. Each year we rent an entire house either beach front of semi-beach front, which is a short walk across the street to reach the sandy salt water.
We spot the bizarre at beach week. Things like the raccoon on the porch, wild horse poop on the drive way, or the thirteen foot basking shark beached by the pier.
There is so much that I look forward to in a beach week. Each one I hope lives up to the last. Awaiting us every year are new adventures to go on, more jokes to laugh at, and new people to meet and share experiences with. When you live in one place for so long you never loose your love for that place. Yet you always have a place that never gets old. The Outer Banks is my place (other than home) where my life has been sculpted.
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