Hi, I'm Kurt. A binge-drinking, pill-popping disco diva with a heart of platinum and an appetite for self-destruction.
Welcome to Sleepless Solitude: The True-Life Journals of a Xanax'd Millennial (Part 2 of 2).
Adapted from a collection of nightly...
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July 23
As Dan would say, I literally awoke from the dead this morning. I had so much laundry still to do, but I slept in too late. When I realized what time it was, the rush began.
I cleaned up the house, did my remaining laundry, and got my things together to take back downtown. Dan and I chugged some coffee, and then embarked on our race against time. We wanted to max out our beach day at Hanlan's Point, and the plan was to be on a 1 p.m. ferry to the island. That wasn't going to happen, though. We only left Casa Z around 11:30 a.m.
After very quick stops for booze and groceries, we drove back downtown. Actually, I drove downtown. The reason this is important was because I got us there in record time, driving 160 km/h the whole way. But, hey. We got there! Dan and I made it onto the 1:45 p.m. ferry with about two minutes to spare.
The trek to the island is always just that – a fucking trek. Dan and I laugh, because every time we are together it's like we are making a journey to Mecca. Our adventures are always such fucking pilgrimages. When we finally reach our destination, we just collapse in a pool of sweat and spend 15 minutes catching our breath. Once we got off the ferry, walked the ten kilometers to the beach, and set up shop, it didn't take long for us to bust out the alcohol and weed. I fucking love the beach.
It's funny how my relationship with Dan has evolved. I consider him one of my best friends. I originally met Dan through Connor and Evan, but now we just go off and do our own thing. We share the same vibes and sentiments on almost everything. Hanging out with Dan is always so effortless. I don't feel on edge. We can sit in silence, and it's perfectly comfortable.
A comfortable silence is my idea of a great friendship/relationship. I can only do that with a handful of my friends. Not surprisingly, those are the ones I like the most. Dan and I share similar views and opinions on our social life, money, music, movies – so many things. Simply put, our friendship is easy. It's something I've come to look for and appreciate in my relationships.
After arriving at the beach and settling in, it took me almost an hour to stop sweating. We had been running non-stop since leaving Casa Z, and I needed to fucking relax. The Backyardigans I swiped from the house was certainly helping.
In typical Natasha fashion, she called me twice early this morning to get today's game plan. However, because I had my head in the washing machine, I didn't get back to her right away. When I did, she said that her sister Nicky was now coming downtown, and they were going to go shopping together instead.
"I didn't hear from you," she said. "I thought you were bailing on me."
Girl, please! I am not the one who bails. You are! I'm so used to our plans falling through that I usually don't get too hung up on them, but I really wanted Natasha to come to Hanlan's today. I started messaging both Natasha and Nicky to get their skinny asses – just kidding, they have great asses – pon de beach.
