Random Villa

I finished my last final this morning. I'm confident that I aced all four of my finals. Huzzah!

Tim called me while I was relaxing at home, and asked if I wanted to come along to some kind of beach fort that they were going off to. It's not as if I had other plans for the night, so I agreed to go.

We drove out, and hiked out. A car inexplicably wrecked on a trail meant to be walked single file and a bloated, rotting, smelly dead seal were two of the major sights encountered along the way.

A Great Dane, Bruno, greeted us at The Villa. The Villa is a driftwood fort built by hippies. Even though I have much disdain for hippie culture, The Villa was an impressive beach hangout. It had two fire places, ladders, a guest book, and even a crow's nest. It was also populated with hippies, about half of which were high schoolers.

We eventually retired back to Andrew's place. I snagged the license plate off of the wrecked car on our way back. There was drinking and eating, some enjoyable kinship, but eventually the garage became crowded with uninteresting people spouting lame banter that made me want to go home. Dumb blonde ho: "OH MY GOD A MOTORCYCLE!"

I enjoyed myself, though. Yay.