I woke up at 7:30am to the sound of rain pouring down on my room's corrugated metal roof. It rained non-stop all morning and I felt grumpy and trapped on an island in a shitty room.
If you're reading this site, you probably know that I carry my camera with me everywhere and use it to take pictures of stuff I want to remember. Sometimes I take selfies of myself so that later I'll remember how I was feeling about something. Usually, I'm pretty good about remembering what my expressions are about this. This one had me stumped so I went back into my diary and looked up the entry for this date. The only thing written is "Didn't smoke any weed." Hahaha.
Hahaha. On my flight back to NYC from Abu Dhabi I sat next a restless, grumpy older man from somewhere in Africa. He couldn't seem to get to sleep and opted to eschew the airline-provided sleepmask in favor of dramatically re-throwing a huge blanket over his head and sighing EVERY TWENTY MINUTES FOR THE ENTIRE FOURTEEN-HOUR FLIGHT. Hahaha. Here's me giving him very worst stinkeye after he elbow-jostled me awake for the TENTH TIME!
After our meal, we went back to the apartment, packed up our bags, and hopped on NJ Transit to head out to my parent's house for Thanksgiving! Here's Meredith's impression of "someone from New Jersey."
Meredith was sick and tired of being cooped up with crabby me and so around 7pm she decided to go for a walk on the beach. When she hadn't returned after four hours, I started to get a little worried. When she finally got back, she explained that after walking on the beach for hours, she was completely unable to find our resort (they all look the same from the beach) and when she finally found a road, she had no shoes and no money and had to find someone who she could convince to take her back to our hotel and then get money to pay the guy. Needless to say, by the time she got home, she was grumpier than me. We pounded a few Bacardi Breezers (which made everything better!) and then called it a night!
Sunday was cloudy and crummy and it drizzled on and off pretty much all day. Here's a picture of what I look like when I'm grumpy and miserable and hate life.
We walked around Long Beach for thirty minutes or so, but Meredith was feeling really crummy (just in case you couldn't tell from the face she's making in this photo...hahaha) and it looked like it was about to start pouring soon. So rather than risk having to do the long walk back over slippery rocks in a downpour, we opted to hire a longtail boat to take us back to the beach near our part of the island.
We found our way out of the mall just in time to head back to the hotel, pack up, and get to the airport just in time to catch the red-eye back to Vegas. Here's Tara wishing death upon the blabbermouth in the seat in front of us who didn't stop talking for the first 3 hours of his flight (he only stopped because after awhile I started making the "shhhhh!" noise everytime he'd start to speak. Hehehe).
