Firstly, the weird news.
On my way in to work today, I got on the elevator to head up to the ninth floor. Right before the door closed this guy slipped in.
I have lots of irrational fears, and one is being stuck in the elevator with a creeper who will harass/rape/kill/dismember me in said elevator.
I couldn’t get out, though, before the door closed without looking like I was freaking out. He seemed nice enough, and I said, “Hi” because awkward elevator rides are my second-worst elevator fear.
I was calming myself, rationalizing that nothing weird was going to happen.
Then the guy says, “Have you ever been going down in the elevator, and you’re on the 5th or 4th floor and you feel this ‘gadunk?'” He made a motion like the floor dropped out beneath him.
“No,” I said, starting to sweat. “But this elevator is a little creepy. Does that freak you out?”
“No.” He says, “that’s just when you hope the breaks work.” Then the bell rang and the door opened on his floor (the 7th floor), and he got out.
Thing number 2.
I saved this one for later because it’s better than what I just told you.
WE’RE GOING ON VACATION!
Sean told me that I’m not allowed to tell you when because you’ll break into our apartment. But I can’t wait!
We’re going to Tybee Island, where my mom used to go when she lived here. And we’re staying in this super-cute bed and breakfast called The Lighthouse Inn. With two super-sweet inn keepers.
We haven’t been on a real vacation since when we first started dating. Sean said he shouldn’t have taken me on that because it spoiled me, and now I’ve come to expect fancy vacations. Which is untrue. Except I’m getting one now. At a beach. Hoorah!
And according to all the research I’ve done, there’s a lot to do there:
- 30 minutes from Savannah, GA
- Historical forts and museums
- Boat tours with dolphin sighting
- A festival going on when we’re there (if I tell you the festival you’ll know when we’ll be gone and you’ll rob us… or so says Sean)
- Bird-sighting tours
Blah! 🙂 I’m so excited!