ROCKAWAY BEACH - ROAD TRIP
Aug 7, 2016 20:00:47 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Aug 7, 2016 20:00:47 GMT -8
The idea had spiralled nearly out of control. The few excesses they had not gone to: advertising to the hoi polloi and booking bands. They did however have the entire lighthouse park secured for their personal use after hours, lots of sound equipment, musical instruments, games, costumes, all manner of foolery, and an extensive guest list including humans and vampires.
August was pretty excited and even rubbed on a little fake tan on himself, just to stop looking completely pale. Nothing too orange he hoped. He'd borrowed some money from Cam to buy boogie boards and the like. He was gonna show people how to party Antearctan style. He'd even brought a new pair or sunnies for the occasion. He loaded his phone up with beachy tunes from the Boardshort brigade and had been regaling torturing his roomies with the tunes.
Cameron went over the checklist on his phone like a hellanerd before they left the bindery, Auggiemobile sagging under the weight of so many goodies. They hit the beach shortly after sundown, driving the car right to the edge of the parking lot and dragging the goods out onto the sand in improbably large bundles. More people showed up, and more, until critical mass was reach'd and
IT WAS A PARTY
The bindery boys settled on a time and place for the big party after much consideration. Cameron and Tristan had moved out a few days ago to a small-ish and posh-ish apartment to the west, but still stopped by regularly. Their new place was the closest to their intended destination, and August and Anselm rolled up after sun down, ready to get to the beach 'bright' and 'early.' (Relative terms, of course.) Anselm took his bike, and August in the August-mobile. Everything seemed in as much order as it could be, invites were out, RSVPs were R'ed and bags were packed.
Cameron was going over the checklist on his phone like a hellanerd before setting out from his place in the green roadster. It sagged under the weight of his share of the party supplies - largely sound equipment and the like. He was in busy mode, but appreciated Anselm's party spirit.
Tristan's new bike was a Kohonese leviathan
gleaming yellow and black next to Cam's roadster.
August sometimes hung out at their posh digs too and even kept a bag of cookies there just in case.
Anselm trailed the August mobile, making silly hand gestures from time to time if anyone glanced back. August chatted with Tristan happily, riding with the radio DJ thing and making sound effects as appropriate. He waved at Anselm and returned gestures when it was safe to do so.
August was pretty excited and even rubbed on a little fake tan on himself, just to stop looking completely pale. Nothing too orange he hoped. He'd borrowed some money from Cam to buy boogie boards and the like. He was gonna show people how to party Antearctan style. He'd even brought a new pair or sunnies for the occasion. He loaded his phone up with beachy tunes from the Boardshort brigade and had been regaling torturing his roomies with the tunes.
Cameron went over the checklist on his phone like a hellanerd before they left the bindery, Auggiemobile sagging under the weight of so many goodies. They hit the beach shortly after sundown, driving the car right to the edge of the parking lot and dragging the goods out onto the sand in improbably large bundles. More people showed up, and more, until critical mass was reach'd and
IT WAS A PARTY
The bindery boys settled on a time and place for the big party after much consideration. Cameron and Tristan had moved out a few days ago to a small-ish and posh-ish apartment to the west, but still stopped by regularly. Their new place was the closest to their intended destination, and August and Anselm rolled up after sun down, ready to get to the beach 'bright' and 'early.' (Relative terms, of course.) Anselm took his bike, and August in the August-mobile. Everything seemed in as much order as it could be, invites were out, RSVPs were R'ed and bags were packed.
Anselm-
"Hey cool boys, I vanted to vear a swimsuit here
but it's too sexy for motorists to get in accidents."
Cameron was going over the checklist on his phone like a hellanerd before setting out from his place in the green roadster. It sagged under the weight of his share of the party supplies - largely sound equipment and the like. He was in busy mode, but appreciated Anselm's party spirit.
Cameron-
"Rock out with ur socks out, Ansel."
Tristan-
"But not at same time as a sandals. That will be grody."
Tristan's new bike was a Kohonese leviathan
gleaming yellow and black next to Cam's roadster.
August-
"It depends, it ain't a G string is it? Cause I can understand that one.
Putting ya bum on the highway. Otherwise I like ya spirit Ans,
this is gonna be bombaroo! I got me trunks on under me clothes."
August sometimes hung out at their posh digs too and even kept a bag of cookies there just in case.
Anselm-
"Everything I vear is too sexy, it's hard to be me."
Anselm-
"Whoa! Tristan, zo cool bike! Does it get too much
sand in it? I hope not, it's very nice."
Tristan-
"I doesn't know! Should I leave it?"
August-
"Don't I know it, Ans. Hehehe. Been there."
August-
" Yeah, leave it here and come with me. What's fun in a road trip if ya go it alone.
Cams got his tech stuff to talk to, there's room in me car for more.
I got the Boardshort Brigade thumping like a rumpus too. Ya know ya wanna!"
Anselm-
"Ooh you could ride vith me on 'dhe back..."
Anselm-
"Actually not sure about it, you are a big boy.
Maybe go vith August..."
Tristan-
"Yeah sure. Bike is good for picking up
saxy peoples, the car is batter for frands."
August-
"Hey I'm sexy as heck! Kidding! I know what ya mean."
August-
"Bombaroo! We'll be like battered dim sims of friendship!
Ya can be the DJ while I drive. What's ya DJ name, Tris?
Ya gotta have a DJ name."
Tristan-
"See, a DJ for the club is diff'rent guy
from DJ for car. Then is like, wacky guy who
talks the time all."
Tristan-
"MorninMorninMornin, I am rock inspactors,
to brings you all a jam from yasteryear! Get it on!"
Anselm-
"Hahaha! It's like a radio man exactly!"
Anselm-
"You do in a car, zay very loud and maybe
I hear it on my bike!"
August-
"Yeah are ya sure you weren't an actor/model? Ya a natural! I love it.
Ya gotta do the sound effects too. *BING* *Duuuuu WHIIIPPP* *Bom bom* like that."
August-
"Just don't have an accident from laughing. Ya do need fingers
and stuff to boogie board. Though I guess we could tie ya on."
Tristan-
"What happens to the moddle, ask a doctor? Diagnosis:
They straps him to this boogie board. Now he has a boogie."
Cameron-
"OK this is it, except for the surfboards I got. I grab
those from the bike locker, get 'em on the roof,
and we're good to go."
Anselm-
"Hahaha, Tristan is too funny. I love funny sounds,
it makes me laugh."
Anselm-
"Ooh I'm too excite, I vonder if everyone knows to swim but me.
You come get me from ocean bottom okay? It 'dhink it's like to fly
but in vater, right? I'm ready vhen you are, let's get too much sand."
August-
"Good job, Cam! Ya a superstar! We'd be lost as all get out without ya!"
August-
"Oh sand sticks to everything! Like everything. Nothing is safe. Some people say
it's bits of dead fish and bones but I like to think of it as tiny tiny rocks and salt.
We'll fish ya out, it's not too hard. It's still fun even if ya stick to the shallows.
I wonder if salt still hurts vampire eyes? I guess we're all gonna find out real soon."
Cameron-
"BRB..."
Tristan-
"Thanks you guys. Oh yeah, a swim is easy, man.
At least, I thinks it is. I haven't done in while."
Anselm-
"Alright cool boys, let's go!"
Anselm trailed the August mobile, making silly hand gestures from time to time if anyone glanced back. August chatted with Tristan happily, riding with the radio DJ thing and making sound effects as appropriate. He waved at Anselm and returned gestures when it was safe to do so.