Now, where did we leave off? Oh, right. So, the morning after the first day Tall Ships Festival, I woke up late (for once) and had eggs and yogurt for breakfast. Never woulda guessed I like yogurt, would you? The August session of Camp NaNoWriMo had just started—yes, NaNoWriMo takes up most of my life—so I got some writing done before we drove to a fort. I didn't take any notes on this, and I don't remember much about it. I'm finally seeing a downside to procrastination.
Later, we drove to a lighthouse (couldn't go up in it), and then climbed around some tide pools for a while. Or something. I'm purely working off the notes I took and my faulty little memories. One thing I do remember pretty clearly is one of the most hilarious-in-retrospect thing that happened on that vacation.
I was selling CDs for the band with Dean, and we had only sold one CD when a trio of 11-year-old boys came by and hassled us for a while. It was kind of hilarious. While it was happening I was just sitting there like, "S r s l y w h a t i s t h i s ?" but, come on, how many other people can say they've been mildly hassled by a trio of 11-year-old Irish boys while selling CDs? Very few, I'm sure.
Well, now I have to go "do" some "writing."
Watch out next time for a Very Special Post about the really freakin' weird dream I had. Or probably not. Most likely not.
You know, you never finished this. There's still days left that haven't been blogged about. Idiot.
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