Two years ago we went to said Exodus (these weekend shenanigans are called Duck and people will say things like "Are you going to Duck?" from around January on. There's a town down there called Duck - just to clarify - so it's not that strange of a code name. Still, it is pretty strange)
Moving on.
I was a soon-to-be unemployed intern at the time and did a little fund-raising (thanks Craiglist) to go, on the insistence of my roommate, hereafter known as Peas.
(Peas is her nickname in real life y'all - her and I are "like peas and carrots")
So Peas, her future husband, Adam (who was not yet dating me at the time) and I rode down to the Outer Banks together listening to a special mix CD Peas had made.
Said CD contained a well known song by the Beastie Boys whose lyrics contain this line: "NO SLEEP 'til Brooklyn!"
I was trying to sleep on the car ride. A pretty crazy proposition since we were driving in a convertible.
When this song came on everyone in the car sang AT me "NO SLEEP TIL RICHMOND." Which was one of the many cities we were going to drive past.
Bear in mind that I'm from Scotland (that's my standard excuse for not knowing stuff) and don't be too surprised when I tell you that I had no idea that the real lyrics said Brooklyn until a couple of months ago.
Said realization came when I said to Adam (who was dating me by now) "Isn't it crazy that they were singing about Richmond, and we were driving there." That may not be an exact quote but this is pretty much an exact quote for what Adam replied: "HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHa!"
My life is full of adventures much akin to this one.
Today is our two monthiversary (I thoroughly enjoy the opportunity to make up words) and I am thankful for two things: that we all partook in the sleepless, beach bum weekend that is Duck and that the next year after driving with "No Sleep til Richmond!" Adam proposed to me there. On the beach at sunrise mind you.
One of very few things, in my mind, worth getting up at 5am for!
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