vacation time, baby

So in light of last year's birthday debacle (whereby all friends forgot it and I ended up hanging out by myself on my first weekend off since February, a way suckier scenario than it would be now) I'm extra charged up to do something awesome this year.  In fact, I think I might just be turning 21 again.  22 seems a little over-rated and realistically I should probably start shaving these years off early.  Not aging is something to celebrate.

Since I don't have any rolled over vacation time, available money or resources to do something reallly awesome where does one go?  Down the shore, of course.  July 7th conveniently falls on a weekend this year and since they moved up the Transfomers movie release to the 3rd I will be obligation free. 

I got Sarah and I (and whomever else ends up showing up, right now there is a low body count) a room at the always classy Mariner Inn on Long Beach Island.  I say always classy because Jersey beach motels are usually the epitomy of "pay a lot for really really shitty conditions" but it's two blocks away from the beach and I'm pretty sure there's a bed so it'll work fine for us.

I've never been able to put my finger on what the appeal of the beach is.  I would never lay around in the sun all day here even if I had a sun deck and a swimming pool and both would be a hell of a lot cleaner and cheaper than A) Jersey B) ocean.  But every year I go back and every year I get a wicked sunburn and love it anyway.

Finally!  Something to look forward to other than receiving cheese via the Internet.