We last left Our Intrepid Heroine eating her weight in fried foods…
Day 5 (Friday): The morning trip down to the beach reveals there are no longer any LIVE jellyfish, just lots and lots of hunks of… I guess it’s their meat? floating around in the water. Which is gross, but shouldn’t be dangerous, right? I mean, the stinging cells are in the tentacles, and this is just the blobby middle part, so it’s safe, right? WRONG.
Yeah, I went and swam through jellyfish meat and probably clouds of their invisible stinging babies AGAIN… resulting in the traditional “Is it summer yet? Well, Hoody has a rash, so it must be,” discussion and in DSM referring to me and my jellyfish sensitivity being her “canary in the coal mine.” Except she said parrot or some other bird, so it’s proably best her family comes from loggers, not miners.
So as the bad UV time approached, our intrepid party trekked back up to the condo, where I proceeded to make Hoody’s Most Wonderful Seafood Salad (you know, the one with the fake krab that’s so good I make it in my sleep?) for everyone to have for lunch (I’m the Queen). Then it was back to the beach for a little while in the afternoon, then some pool time… and yeah, the rash was getting progressively worse, but fuck THAT. The evening wrapped up with a delicious seafood meal (fried scallops and oysters and flounder and crabcake, OH MY!) at ECA’s favorite restaurant (I like some other ones better, but did I mention she’s set in her ways?). Then Blind Lemon Cornpone (remember, my Cousin’s temporarily-blinded Wife?) made margaritas in the margarita machine (which seems to me to be a waste of both money — it’s really just a blender — and time — I can just drink out of the bottle, yo). But they were tasty, and no one got so drunk they hollered, and we all sang “Put the lime in the coconut” around the kitchen, so all was well.
Dammit, already getting too long again! Hopefully I’ll be able to wrap all this up tomorrow… Day 6 is when SHIT STARTS TO GO DOWN!