Port St. Charles Mess

Date: 2/22/2019

So it started out as me being at this place with this girl that was my best friend in high school. So we were there at night and I think it was where we used to have parties for my little sister but this time I was the one having a party I think. And I wasn’t really talking to my boyfriend so I didn’t remember inviting him or his friends but I had invited some guys that I was friends with and two of them wanted to be my inside man. It was really weird. So it was a whole group of us just chilling and having a good time when my estranged boyfriend showed up with his friends. So there is this one because I am particular that I am liked and he really liked me so we were flirting a lot and just trying to avoid my estranged kinda ex boyfriend and his friends. As the party was coming to a close the guys that I invited were helping me clean up. My kinda ex/estranged boyfriend then came up to me and was like oh I don’t like this guy, he’s a dick or whatever. I wasn’t amused. Then I was outside of my dad’s old office with my Granny Audrey waiting to do a physics exam so she went over to Carter’s to look around while I took the test. But since I had missed the last class due to illness, my physics teacher told me to come back on Monday to do the test. Then I somehow ended up at what was supposed to be Port St. Charles which looked like an amalgamation of QC and Almond Beach Village. I was there with friends for a wedding I think and we were supposed to be staying for like five days. I was supposed to be sharing with a friend but then she and this guy hooked up and she didn’t want to leave me and he didn’t want to leave her so I had to share a bed with those two. I was squished up at the bottom and it was awkward as fuck but for some reason, I couldn’t just leave. So I tried to nap but I couldn’t do it so I grabbed my phone and my swim bag and I was out. I butt up on one of my friends and we were talking about the whole situation and how I couldn’t wait for some of the guest to leave so I could have a room to myself since they would move into the master suite. Then I saw Mrs. Wright and she told me that she would be staying in the master suite for the duration of the trip. We needed to change into our swim suits, all purple coincidentally. We didn’t want to use the ladies changing room for some reason so we went to this cottage thing and we were going to use in there when this lady told us that the Venezuelan couple was staying there so we had to use the changing room. The changing room had these weird doors that was like 1/3 of a door and it only covered the bottom so I used the bathroom and changed very quickly. As I was adjusting the straps on my outrageous swimsuit, I heard male voices and then I saw this guy come in and peep in the stalls and I was like excuse me, this is the ladies. He then told me that it was the fastest way to the club house so all these guys started coming in, and the two that I didn’t like kept trying to talk to me about stupid shit and I was really uncomfortable so I left for the beach. I saw Jade, Chenise, Alex and the rest in the distance up the beach but then I looked over at the sea and it was a mess. I said hell no, it’s time to go. Now usually there was a ferry that would take you from the beach back to the main bus point and parking lot a good ways up and from there, they would have buses, cars and taxis to take you wherever you needed to go but I wasn’t about to get on a boat with the sea doing the most like that! So my friend and I took off running and as we were running, we could hear the waves crashing against the boardwalk. I called my dad and he said he would be there in 15-20 minutes. So we go looking for our bags and they have all the luggage on the beach in a heap so I finally find my bag with the help of this old white guy in a Speedo and black T-shirt. As we were leaving, we saw this guy Clay dumping his bags into the sea but it was really that he was tossing them onto the boat. I somehow ended up at the main bus point but inside the depot when I looked up and saw a guy that had gotten on the ferry coming towards me with his bags. He was trying to get to the shuttle and that’s when I remembered I had to take my bags off. As I started to go to the car, I realized that in my haste I forgot my purple suitcase and I didn’t know what to do. I then saw a lady that I knew worked at port st. Charles and I told her about it. The End