The Scoop

The Scoop

I was invited to join in on a family vacation to OBX, North Carolina. I said yes the second time. The first invite was from a boyfriend in college who was more in love with the idea of having a girlfriend than either of us was in love with each other. Luckily my boss at the time laid down the law- “we can’t let you take a week off at a time.” I was relieved and even more relieved when ultimately cut ties with him just short of our 1 year anniversary.

The next time was an offer I couldn’t refuse- a high school friend had gone in Summer 2015. I mentioned it to her later and she said, “We’re going again..come!” So I went and it was the most stressful relaxing time of my life.┬áJuli is one of 7 and the house was large and full. It took hours to get everyone on the same page about what we’re doing, where it is, and what we need to bring, and then an extra 30 mins to get everyone in the car. And no one was under 16 years old.

My favorite part of the trip was “The Scoop” where I saw acai bowls on the menu and noticed the sign informing me of the correct pronunciation just before it was my turn to order. I sounded like I knew what I was talking about- but I didn’t. We waited well after everyone had already finished their ice cream. Then the tan, blond, young boy who was behind the counter came out with my money offering it back. I said you don’t have to refund me, but he insisted, “it’s been like 15 minutes.” True. It had. I just assumed it was some magical thing that takes a LONG time to prepare. Well it was magical.

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