Life's a beach sometimes.

Music: "Here Comes the King," by X-Ray Dog (it's all James' fault. He got that song stuck in my head! :P )
12:45a

Wow did this week fly by! Seems like I just got out of work, now it's nearly time to go back! I've gotten some things accomplished this week, and made up for what could not be. I should not be this exhausted at this point! 

Monday was spent with James. It was nice for me..I didn't worry about medical stuff, or the bills I now have to pay, or coming off such a bad weekend at work. I pushed all of that out of my mind, and for once, I didn't have a million voices screaming in my head. I could think for the first time in weeks. It felt great. 

Tuesday was my lazy day. I spent the day trying to organize everything for the trip to Galveston, while keeping a close eye on Facebook to be sure the event was still on. A co-worker of mine organized a get-together for people in my area at work, down on the Bolivar peninsula. That meant I'd have to take the ferry across (from Galveston), so I spent time on Google maps trying to figure out the best routes to take there and back. Thank God I know highway 146 so well, not to mention the Seawall down on Galveston.

Jamie Lynn, you get lost going to the damn ferry, you truly are an idiot.

The route from Baytown is pretty much a straight shot to the ferry. EASY. This would be my first time driving down to the island, and the furthest I've ever driven. I had Jessica going with me, so I wouldn't be alone, plus, hey, girl's day and beach day! Who could pass that up?! I had some qualms about riding the ferry back at night, though. A three-mile, 20-minute ride across the water at night? Ugh, no thanks. I don't want to sink and die. But it would be the quickest way back, so pretty much shut up and deal with it, Jamie Lynn.

I went back to being lazy after confirming the route and supplies. I threw in a dvd and took a nap. The weather sucked, so no going out for me. I cooked dinner for my mom, who had been working outside all day, and cooked myself a quesadilla while trying to hear Hell's Kitchen. I don't know who died. So don't ask me. 

I got up this morning and loaded up the car with the cooler and chairs and food. Jessica finally got to the house, and after gassing up and making a quick stop at walmart for provisions, we hit the road. The drive wasn't so bad, and I wasn't nervous at all. Driving over the bridge in Baytown was a little rough because of the wind, and visibility was zilch. I made it to 45, and we hit the Seawall. We stopped off at Jack in the Box for a snack and I messaged Britta to let her know we had made it to the island. 

After eating, we got back in the car and headed for the Seawall. I made my way down to where the ferry was, and I still hadn't heard anything from Britta. My gut told me to pull over and see what was up before boarding the ferry. I got on Facebook, and pretty much everyone had backed out, because of the weather. It was hazy/foggy, windy and cloudy. Not ideal conditions for a beach day. She felt terrible about Jess and I going all the way down there for nothing, but I assured her we'd had a backup plan already decided in case we didn't meet up. 

Jess and I drove up and down the seawall, went down and walked on the sand, and I even tested the water. But the wind was so bad, it made it hard to enjoy the beach, so we walked across the street to the stores and shops. Afterwards, we headed down past the seawall, and I drove down to the beach my parents and I always go to. We parked on the sand and watched the people (the few there were), and fed the birds, and talked. The sun tried to come out, and we got a few minutes, but it turned dark and cloudy again no too long after. It was after 7 at this point, so we decided to head back before it got dark. I was a little bummed out that the meet-up didn't happen, and the weather didn't cooperate (one of those outside forces I'd been counting on last week), but summer will (one day) be here, plenty of opportunities! 

I really fucking hate Texas weather. Yeah, go fuck yourself. :P

Driving back wasn't bad at all, until I had to cross the bridge again. The wind was so bad coming back, that I really did feel like we were gonna get blown off the bridge. I slowed down to 45mph, and when I tried to speed back up, nothing. The wind was that bad. Then Jessica started telling me a story of some girl jumping off the bridge to her death! Jessica! Don't tell me that when I'm driving over a bridge at 45mph, when the wind is about to blow US off the bridge! Google the Hartman Bridge if you want a better idea of what I am talking about. That was the first time I actually did get nervous and start to feel a slight panic coming on. Get me off this damn thing!! 

We made it to Baytown, and we stopped at Chili's for a late supper. We ate and chatted and looked at Facebook. We made it back to my place and Jessica went on home. I left the car alone, except for taking and emptying out the cooler. The car will be cleaned inside and out tomorrow morning. Ugh, there's so much stuff in there right now. Trash, sand, everything imaginable. I could not see through my windows coming back home, they were covered in sand. 

I'm not sure how many miles I just ran today, but I know I just used nearly a half tank of gas today. That's the equivalent of three days worth of going back and forth to work for me! I have to fill it back up tomorrow. I try not to let her go below a half a tank. 

I can't believe this week has gone by so fast. I didn't want to deal with the medical stuff this week, but next week it has to be done, as I'm running out of time. I've had my fun, now I'm super exhausted, and tomorrow is another busy day, then back to work. 

I'm going to bed before my head hits the keyboard.