Somebody Call 911! I've Got Another Hematoma!

Five girls.  Wrightsville Beach, NC.  A wine cruise.  A haunted pub crawl.  A yacht.  It was a FINE weekend, to say the least :)

We spent quite a bit of time on the beach, which is always lovely.  When we arrived at the beach one day, we found this :

How appropriate, don't you think?  No idea who made it, but we all photographed it :)

The first night we attended the Haunted Pub Crawl in Wilmington, NC.  Let me just say that I still haven't a clue if there are any ghosts in Wilmington.  I'm guessing there are.  But, our tour guide was so drunk I really couldn't understand a word he said.  None of us could.  But that's okay.  We still had fun!  And met some interesting people from NYC.  And had some very tasty cocktails.  We ended the night at Level 5 at a rooftop bar.  Fun times...

(A, I, the voice of reason, drunk guide, barbie & me)

On the way to the beach the next day we decided that tattoos were in order.  We were torn between tattoos and hair braids, and we all decided tattoos were definitely the classier way to go.  Ha!  I didn't want a Chinese symbol, or an astrological sign or a barbed wire strip around my arm.  What to choose?  I know!  How about this:

Pretty cute, huh? 

(Just to clarify...these are NOT permanent tattoos...)

Next was the Wine Cruise.  Very charming!  This is the pontoon we rode on:

(please notice the yacht in the background.  it comes into play later in the evening!)

Clearly I need to become a billionaire.  In the very near future.  And live in one of these homes:

When we docked post Wine Cruise, there were some guys on the top level of the yacht.  Clearly we were a little tipsy, so when the guys waved and shouted something we couldn't understand we waved back.  I announced "hi there!  we're coming over for a visit!".  AND...they replied "come on!" 

Now, there were 5 of us.  When traveling in a pack it is safe to board a mysteriously huge and fancy yacht, no?  Well, we did.  And you WILL NOT BELIEVE where the people on the yacht were from.  Get ready.  I mean you should probably just go ahead and sit down.  Seriously.

THEY WERE FROM SMALLTOWN, VA!!!!!!!

This is not a prank.  I am being as honest as the day is long.  So, there you have it.  They did not own the yacht, but a friend of a friend of a friend and such.  We spent the rest of the evening dancing to music, drinking the fancy rich yacht owning people's liquor and pretending we were fancy rich yacht owning people.  It was glorious.  The voice of reason had a most lovely pre-wedding celebration...and seriously...how could you not??? 

Here are some absolutely random pictures I took. I remember thinking "I've got to capture this on film.  No one will ever believe it."  The pictures are terrible.  BUT...I tried....

(not a clue about the spots?  it wasn't raining...)

(barbie on the top deck)

(patriotic fancy rich yacht owning people)

(wherever shall we go??)

(i look like i live there...right?!??!!)

So, there you have it.  Well...not quite.  When it was time to head back to our condo we needed a ride.  What to do?  There was a nice hotel across the street from the marina, so we hailed one of their drivers and asked him for a ride.  Since we weren't staying at the hotel he said he couldn't give us a ride.  Silly boy!

After we spoke to the manager, the driver was summonsed back to pick us up.  And to drive us wherever we needed to go.  We are still completely clueless as to why this happened.  We may or may not have indicated that we were famous.  Or rich.  Or both.  Or maybe that we owned that fancy yacht?  No one can really be sure.

All we do know is that the driver came back, and we instructed him to go to the Wendy's drive through on the way home.  And he said that he couldn't.  And we made him call his boss.  Turns out he could :)

I was in the front seat of the car, and by the time the driver dropped us off at home he was so excited to tell his friends who he had met.  He wasn't exactly sure who we were.  OR...which movies we were in.  BUT...he knew we were "somebody", and that we were the most exciting people he had ever met. 

Poor guy.

I woke up the next morning with a HUGE bruise on my leg.  I'm pretty sure I earned that one when I was climbing down the ladder, lost my balance and swung 1/2 way through the kitchen, with one leg still on the ladder.   Very acrobatic and very painful :(

And that my friends...was Wrightsville Beach, NC....for this group of girls.

Still recouping,

T