Ahh, last
weekend sure brought back a few memories of when I was a kid. Packed
into the car with the family, off to the beach for Xmas/New Years with
the cuzzy's, listening to Mum and Dad's craap music recorded on those
weird plastic boxes, I think they where called "tapes".
7 of us took
off to Croyde, just below Wales
Friday after work
to go camping, Stef, Adele, Crazy, Karen and two of Karen's mates, Alice
and Juliana. Crazy and I took off in the hire car with Alice and Juliana
and within about 10 mins I could tell it was gonna be a great weekend
:-)
Here's tent
city and Adele being the great wife to Stef that she is, doing her
womanly duties of being a makeshift beanbag:
Stef and
Adele didn't actually stay with us in the camping ground. Stef doesn't
do anything less than a hotel "Homie don't play that".
We had an
action packed Sat. Things kicked off early watching the All Blacks stomp
the Lions with a three nil test series defeat (Crazy and I where the only
Kiwi's in the pub, and everyone there knew about that) and we treated
ourselves to a proper English breakfast in the sun to celebrate (left to
right, Juliana, Alice, Karen, Adele, Stef and Crazy):
Next was a
trip to the beach to soak up some sun and watch Crazy check out the
beach babes:
As you can
see, the UK actually has some pretty darn nice beaches! Water was far
from tropical though, defiantly reminded me of good ol' NZ, off surfing
with Stu in ChurChur.
Then a
trip to go Clay Pigeon shooting with Stef, Adele, Crazy and Karen was on
the cards!
Haven't done that before and I must say, it was loads of fun. Stef and I
tied for first place and in the shootout I threw the game to let Stef
win, just to be a great mate... ;-)
Here's a
scene no sane person would ever want to be confronted with, Crazy John
with a loaded shotgun in his hands:
And here's
me, taking aim at a couple of commies running up the hill.
Next on the
agenda was a round of golf with Crazy, Stef and Adele, in total style
cruising around in two golf carts! We quickly found their limits of
performance with a few games of dodgem:
Loads of
fun. Of all people, Crazy ended up winning our mini golf tournament!
Well done that man, here he is taking the putt that won him the tourney:
Finally,
Alice, Juliana, Crazy me and Karen decided to take off up the sand dunes
at the beach to have a barbie and celebrate Juliana's birthday:
We had a
fantastic view of a gorgeous sunset:
Cooked a
great Barbie, toasted some marshmallows:
and
proceeded to get absolutely tanked on wine, bubbly, gin, Archers and
beer.
We stayed up
on the sand dunes for about 8 hours until the wee hours of the morning
and the booze lasted no worries. You can imagine the state we got into,
especially after a few drinking games. We pretty much reverted into
giggling 12 year olds and that's when I brought up the idea of spin the
torch. I have to say that playing spin the
torch with 3 chicks for God knows how long who where initially too drunk
to realise that I was the only guy playing was a fantastic
experience that I'd just like to brag about (even though I usually make
it a rule not to put any personal relationship/conquest stories on my
site - but this is just amusing). Why was I the only guy
playing even though Crazy was there you ask? Well, he didn't wanna play
in case he had to kiss me (as if he could
do any better). No worries, the chicks practically BEGGED Crazy to join
in saying that, he wouldn't have to do ANYTHING if his spin pointed
to me. What was Crazy's reply to the prospect of making out with 3
gorgeous chicks? Can you guess? Yep, still a big flat NO. Shiit, can't say I cared, I was too busy grinning from ear to ear.
Now some of
you might be thinking "Crazy is a completely freaken crazy fool, why,
Crazy, WHY?!". However I'm sure there are some of you saying "Well,
Crazy's just a sensitive new age guy who who respects women too much and
is just really shy". I'd like to respond with the fact that being
"respectful and shy" didn't stop him slapping Juliana on the ass at 4am
on the walk back to the camp site, nor did it stop him overstaying his
welcome in the chicks tent while the rest of us went to bed :-)
The only
explanation is, that Crazy is crazy and I have created a new word to
classify Crazy John. You can say you've herd it here first:
Hetrohomophobic
(That's
Hetro-homo-phobic, a crazy condition that makes you scared of making out
with women or men when an easy opportunity presents itself)
On Sunday after
another day on the beach we headed back home, stopping for a traditional
pub lunch and to check out Stonehenge:
So I can
tick that off my list now.
All in all,
an absolutely gorgeous weekend away in the sun at the beach with some
fabulous people! Go check out Croyde today!
