Last week I went with about 60 other FYPers to North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, a migration made by a large proportion of the UVa population. We had rented several apartments right by the beach and had a fantastic time. While beach week is known as a time of copious drinking and all-around debauchery, my friends and I actually just had a really nice relaxing time, chilling out and spending time together, and watching all the first years get wasted. Ha.
Beach week activities included:
– Napping. On the beach, by the pool, in bed…
– Jigsaw puzzles
– Discussions about politics, religion, gay rights, abortion, the meaning of art and life in general. Mine was the intellectual apartment!
– Playing and learning new drinking games
– Many, many games of Bananagrams, a continuation of the tournament which began in between scene changes for Romeo & Juliet!
– Swimming in the ocean and frolicking in the waves.
– Reading Harry Potter aloud to a big group of us sunbathing on the beach. They were particularly excited that they were being read Harry Potter by someone with a British accent!
– Swimming in the pool, especially at night.
– Browsing beachy shops
– One visit to the tacky, sweaty, notorious yet hilarious local nightclub, The Spanish Galleon (always referred to as Speegee).
– Grilling burgers and hot dogs by the pool
– Frisbee on the beach
– Night-time walks along the beach
– Going out to dinner to Dirty Dick’s Crab Shack as a group of 60 people. And not in fact being the most obnoxious group of diners there (it also happened to be Bike Week that week).
– Being constantly sandy, all week long. Even in bed.
A good few days.