It was a fabulous weekend filled with lots and lots of inside jokes about muffins, fuckitch, sea gulls, and men who couldn't remember that they had already hit on us.

Him: You ladies seem to be here alone.
Me: No we're not.
Him: Ok then I'll go now.
Me: Thanks.

*later that night*

Him: Its too bad you ladies are dancing alone.
Me: We've been through this already.

"The worst was when I saw two sea gulls f***ing in a trash can. It was the most awful thing I've ever seen. I can hear them now, REEEEWAAAAA REEEAWWWWAAAA."

Irene: Oh my goodness. Look at her pants. They are so tight. That is so fuckitch.
Me: Holy crap! If you listen carefully, you can hear her ass hole screaming for mercy.
Irene: FREEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOMMMM!

The guy with the orange speedo who constantly kept putting his hands in his pants to get sand out and didn't realize that he was mooning everyone. We watched this disgusting display in horror for about 15 minutes; unable to look away from what was taking place.

Madiha: There was this Asian family eating noodles sitting behind him while he was trying to pull something out of his butt. His ass was showing. They all looked horrified. They left.

Sand Muffins, bird muffins, feather muffins, toe nailpolish muffins. (every-single-thing-we-can-think-of-muffins)

Brent: Wow! That bathroom smells like a hundred crabs just farted in there.

Madiha: Naveed was snoring so loud last night that Irene woke up, walked out and kicked him in the head to tell him to shut up.

My PERSONAL favorite was when Irene, Madiha and Brent sang Happy Birthday to me at midnight by the shore...and then Irene flashed me. I have it on video and unfortunately cannot show it to anyone. Also on video is the girls' bootie dance in honor for my birthday while they're sunning themselves.

Madiha looks like a lobster and Irene looks like a marble cake.

Putting us three in O.C. atmosphere was like an episode from Sex in the City where you take the city girls out of the city and put them in the Suburbs. They are the most awkward ones there...well that was us three at the stupid club we went to Saturday night. I still have no idea whose idea that was...the bartenders were all women in their underwear, the guys were desperately hitting on anything that walked. Irene, Madiha and I were in our own circle jammin' to footloose while Irene flicked Madiha with the mint from her Mojito. That dude with the goat hair on his face walked up and tried to hit on us again. It was hilarious. I'm glad the four of us left and decided to walk the boardwalk...where we found another place and Irene and Madiha decided to continue the Muffin extravaganza. On the way back Brent asked me if we could just sell them.

And lets not forget the whole day we spent on the beach on my birthday, flirting with Anthony. Oh my goodness...all of us had uttered these words by the end of the day:

Can I take him home?
He is so adorable.
If you shake the waterbottle, he might come and play.

We walked to the dock to enjoy the sunset and Naveed attacked us with the camera and turned the photo session into a 'wanna be' modeling session. We did our best and had fun with it...of course there is always the picture where Madiha looks like her face is growing between my arm and Irene looks like she is licking my elbow. Madiha, Brent and Irene got a birthday cake for me which we enjoyed after dinner at the cottage. Then we walked on the boardwalk that night and Naveed grabbed me and danced with me. It was sweet and a little birthday present from him. We put our cameras on every setting possible to take pictures of ourselves in the dark with the moon and water in the background. I think they turned out really artsy.

Bottom line is that it was a great weekend. Started a little rough on the drive there, needless to say, but it turned out to be a fun-filled weekend. Madiha summed it up best with this sentence: Oh my God! I've been laughing for the last three days, my jaw is going to fall off.

Oh and traffic was awful on the way back. A 2.5 hour drive took us 5 hours. But on a cooler note, Lolita hit 100,000 miles on the way back! We all clapped for her and thanked her for not flipping over and killing us on the way to The O.C. Saturday.

Good car!