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Went to the outer Banks with my wife, her grandmother, her brother, and his girlfriend.

First of all, I don’t dislike any of them, I like them better than a lot of my own family, but we’re different kinds of people. If I hadn’t married my wife, they’re not the sort of people I’d ever choose to interact with, I’d make polite conversation with them at a party or something, but I’d never really give them a second thought.

I’m not a beach person, I hate sand, I hate sitting around in the sun, I hate the biting flies, I like fishing but don’t really enjoy surf fishing. They all of course wanted to spend a lot of time on the beach.

They have a lot of love for this island, once upon a time their family owned a vacation house there and they’d pretty much spend the whole summer there. I have no such nostalgia goggles, so as far as I’m concerned it’s a pretty meh place to spend your time. It has a handful of mediocre restaurants and bars, a bunch of touristy stores selling mostly beach themed bric a brac and artsy craftsy junk that I have no real desire to buy or even wander around a store looking at, and a grocery store and liquor store with pretty limited selections. Nothing really there that appealed to me.

We mostly cooked at the house, which isn’t really my idea of a vacation, I get it, it’s cheaper, but I’m trying to avoid doing chores, that’s kind of the point. Nonetheless, I do enjoy cooking, I planned out my meals, came up with cocktail pairings, etc. had to modify them a bit on the fly because as I was finding out my brother in law and his girlfriend are kind of picky eaters. The other parties kind of skimped a bit on their meal planning, we had some meals that were frozen store bought lasagna and such. I kind of knew my meals would be fancier and more involved than theirs but I kind of expected them to put in at least a little effort.

Her grandmother was in the early stages of dementia, not too bad at the time, but she was a little restless and forgetful, which just made her a little annoying to deal with when we just wanted to chill at the house.

I had also somewhat recently started a new job working night shift, so my whole schedule was kind of flipped upside down and most of the time I just really wanted to sleep.

Also the place was about a 9 hour drive, which baffles me because we have a lot of perfectly fine beaches with more stuff to do within an hour or two from home.

We decided to drive mostly overnight to avoid traffic meeting up at about 11 IIRC to drive down in 3 different cars, we’d get there probably by about noon accounting for bathroom breaks, grabbing breakfast on the way, etc. giving us a chance to put pack, grab lunch, maybe take a nap, then still get some time in do vacation stuff (whatever vacation stuff means on an island with literally nothing to do)

I kind of figured they would all have their cars mostly loaded and be ready to go, which was wishful thinking, we didn’t actually get on the road until well after midnight, it might have even been after 1.

I really felt like I wasted my week off from work. Only real things I enjoyed was when my wife and I rented a boat with her brother and his girlfriend and just kind of boated around for a few hours, and playing boardgames at the house at night, but I didn’t need to spend about 18 hours driving and spend a week there to boat around for a few hours and play boardgames.

They had talked about trying to do annual family vacations after that (they were at least going to throw me a bone and not do the beach every year, though I suspect a lot of my other gripes would’ve still persisted) but luckily for me the next year COVID hit, her grandmother’s dementia has progressed a lot since then and her mom is taking care of her, and we’ve all just had general life stuff keeping us busy so that hasn’t happened.

A birthday party of a friend a few years ago. I’m extremely bad keeping a conversation up with strangers who I have nothing in common with and that was basically every single person at this event (except for the friend who was very busy naturally). I was also the only person who was alone there and didn’t know anyone really. After a few brief awkward short conversations I started keeping to myself, playing on the phone, trying to look like I don’t care, but people noticed and my friend tried to put me in groups. But I could just not fit in with them and the fact that I would need this kind of help socializing made me feel even worse. I could not drink because I was there with the car, that would’ve loosened me up a bit. It was horrible. So I drove back home and watched a movie.

Went to a party at friends. A girl I was hoping to get more than friends with was there, too, and she was in a good and even flirty mood.

Then she left to pick someone up at the train station. Came back with a wet towel kind of guy and introduced them to everybody as her fiancée.

Everyone was shocked, not only me. She was the kind of girl who could have had anyone, and she dragged in that.

Promised a friend that I’d visit them.

Flew across the country to spend a few weeks hanging out.

Got food poisoning at one of the layover food shacks.

I had a blast… literally (from my ass) and figuratively (hanging out with a buddy). It was a lot of fun and horribly uncomfortable/embarrassing the entire time.

Every family vacation growing up dissolved into resentment between my father and everyone else. Each one worse than the previous.

Parties were also pretty bad.

New Years eve 2000. Had a beach house rented with a bunch of friends. Girlfriend had just broken up with me and was seeing another of our friends (all of us at the house). I didn’t enjoy myself :(

I went to a party that lasted all weekend. We weren’t drinking or anything else, so I want to emphasize I did all this to myself, completely sober:

We were tossing lightsticks back and forth in the dark; I was barefoot. I leaped up to catch a lightstick; when I came down, my right foot landed fully on some kind of spiny, prickly, thorny plant, and I got a bunch of the pointy spiny bits embedded into the sole of my foot. This was particularly ironic, as I had made a point of pointing out the plant to everyone else earlier and telling them to avoid it.

The toilet backed up and I had to clear it with a plunger that had a broken handle. I cleared the toilet, and also managed to flay about a fifth of the skin off the palm of my right hand.

I slipped on the stairs and wrenched my back pretty badly. The dog ran underfoot and I sprained my left ankle. Something else happened, I don’t even remember what, and I injured my right hip.

The worst part was that I had driven myself and a group of friends to this party, which meant I had to be the one who drove us back: my car had a manual transmission and no one else knew how to drive stick. So envision this:

My right foot, with the spikes still in it, was used for the gas and the brake. My left foot, with the sprained ankle, had to delicately balance the clutch as we drove up and down these narrow back hills. There was no way to balance my weight on my injured right hip, so every movement on the gas or clutch put some torque on the hip - as well as twisting my injured back. And I had to shift with my right hand wrapped like a mummy’s, but the shifting pressure was still on the part of my hand with the flap of skin. And the roads just kept jostling every single injury I had.

It was an incredibly, insanely painful drive home. And it was still one of the best parties I’ve ever been to.

When I was 10/11 we went to Florida to visit family/go to the Disney world or land, water parks, etc… as Alaskans this was a big hot awesome vacation trip and we flew for a day and a half to get there.

Two cousins were there and they were the same age as my brother, around 13/14. It was swiftly decided that I wasn’t allowed to play with them or go anywhere with them. If we went swimming, all 3 would dunk me. One time we went to watch a rocket launch, and they were being so mean to me it made my mom start silently crying.

So, obviously, I went to Disney with everyone and experienced the entire park just me and my grandma, who needed to rest often.

It is worth mentioning that my father had died a year or so earlier.

Yeah, that vacation was really upsetting, I am 37 and still get depressed about it sometimes

Was at a wedding last year where i basically danced all night, without any brakes for like 5 hours. We låter moved from the venue to nearby hotel for after party. As soon as I sat down to have a drink I realised my heart just kept beating harder and harder, for a moment I thought “this is it” haha No drugs were involved btw.

Had a heart attack while doing a treetop obstacle course on vacation in Florida.

While on a school trip, I ate a lot at a greasy buffet, then we went to a theme park. After one ride I managed not to barf but I wound up spending the remaining time in the park laying down on a bench trying to control my nausea.

Family obligated me to attend a destination wedding at a really fucking shitty discount resort in the DR. Fuck Punta Cana. Nice beach, tho. It’s also hella romantic to have your wedding ceremony on the beach while random chicks in thongs gather to watch.

Would have to be the time I went on vacation with a girl only to have her fuck multiple other guys 🌚

Too drunk to get it up 👍