Girl-next-door Vacation Surprise

Date: 12/5/2017

We had a family vacation to a party worn coastal city that was essentially Jersey Shore in Florida. My family checked into this average hotel, a gem in this town, that had a palm tree forest lining the pool with a glass walled gym behind it. I headed to the ultra-packed gym to get a quick workout in before the fun started, fortunately I remembered that I don't lift weights. So I headed back to the room but realized I left my keys and bag. So I went back to the gym to find them. I can't remember exactly where I looked but I remember this phase was a long "adventure" filled with anxiety and this terrible realization that the vacation couldn't start until I found these fucking keys. Finally I got let in to the gym and found my bags and threw them in my room so I could head outside and get the vacation going. Outside had the atmosphere of a town soon to be destroyed by holiday festivities and an expected hurricane. Everyone, of course, was primarily concerned about preparing for the annual drunken fuckery. I was looking for either a surfboard or groceries, either way I found myself rushing through the store desperate to get these boring chores over with. Eventually I said fuck it and headed for the door. On my way out past the in-store restaurant a girl called out my name. It had that flat tone of someone who only remembered me from when they secretly made fun of me but having recognized anyone in an unfamiliar town just had to talk to me. I kept walking as if I didn't hear, then she called out again, and as an adult I felt obligated to either say hello or continue my life as an asshole. So I turned back to face my past. Though the smiling face of a beautiful girl evaporated my fears. I seem to recognize her. She was like the gorgeous daughter of a family friend, that was way too cool to be friends with when we were younger but was always friendly. As if teenage status laws were the only thing preventing her from integrating with us losers. Her group was mixed with New England jock types that were friendly enough. We discussed our night's plans and told each other we'd meet later. I headed for the hotel but got lost. To make matters worst, I had to avoid groups of armed teenagers that were looking for fights. Though as threatening as they became, the anticipation of meeting my girl-next-door later, helped me keep peace an utmost priority. And as an extra bonus for not being stabbed, I actually ran into her and her Mom waiting curbside for a taxi. I immediately became a local Uber driver, and grabbed a car GTA style. They got in and we took off. Her back-seat driving Mom was doing her best to subtly sabotage me by mentioning conflicting directions so the pressure was on to not fuck up thus proving my worth as a potential boyfriend and ,equally as important, as an Uber driver. We made it to their hotel. Then I woke up. 😐