I always knew this weekend would come. The weekend that me and my 3 best friends go on a trip together because one or all of us is getting married. We took our first victim to Ocean Isle this weekend before she gets married 27 days from now. I know it's probably not possible to be in love with something that doesn't have feelings, but I'm just seriously in love with the beach. I even love it when the plumbing fails and we have to go to a hotel for the night, have to eat pizza in the car, sleep a total of about 5 hours, and get only 3 hours a day at the actual ocean. Nothing about our trip was normal. So abnormal, I'm surprised Lady Gaga didn't show up. But really, all the props to my 3 best friends for making a weekend at the beach so hilarious with the things they come up with...
Laura: "I think Erica broke the toilet."
Laura:"Erin is telling that guy her whole life story!"
Kt:"I know, good thing we have a knife on my keychain."
Erin: "I just mooned the entire atlantic ocean!"
Laura: "Why do yall have such dirty minds?"
Kt: "I live with Brittany Brock."
Erica: "I work with 14 year old boys."
Erin: "I work with body parts."
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