The original members of Pop5 (including LA Rama, who took time out from his busy schedule of stalking celebrities) went to the Outer Banks for a week in the middle of May.

Looking for a place to eat on the drive down. Driving in a car with a hungry Rob and Rama kind of made me feel like I was in one of those Bugs Bunny cartoons, where one of the characters is completely unaware that he appears to the other one as a delicious, steaming roasted turkey.
Rama: There's a fried chicken place! Stop there!
Rob: No way. Uh-uh.
Rama: What's wrong with that place?
Rob: It's a shack!
Rama: So? What's wrong with a shack? Some of the best food is found in shacks! Are you saying you're too good to eat in a shack?
Rob: No, but I have a bad feeling about that place.
Rama: I didn't know I was riding with Paris fucking Hilton.
Vicki: I'll just say this right now. I am too good to eat in a shack.

Rob: I don't want to hear any gay jokes this weekend. I know where you (points to Mike) and you (points to Buddy) and you (points to Rama) all are sleeping.
Buddy: What, are you going to sneak in and redecorate?

Rob: We have to find someplace to eat that can accommodate the vegetarian.
Rama: Come on, Vicki, haven't you gotten over that fad yet?
Vicki: Rama, I've been a vegetarian since before your girlfriend was born.

Vicki (walking in on a conversation): Were you guys talking about sex?
Rob: It's me, Rama, and Buddy. We're either talking about food, sex, or how horrible my taste in music is.

Rob, Rama, and Mike went in the ocean twice. The water was 50 degrees. Buddy tried to follow, and then "screamed like a little girl" (to use Rama's phrase).

Rob: I need some barbeque to wash down that barbeque.

Rama: Nancy Pelosi.... You know, I would.

The excellent frittata Rob made us for breakfast.

At the karaoke bar
Vicki: Those people are doing the robot.
Mike: I used to do the robot in the '80s, only I was sober.

Rob and Mike had the beach umbrella, and they were fifteen minutes behind the rest of us
Rob: I expected to walk out on the beach and find Vicki had spontaneously combusted.

Our beach set-up. Note the totally necessary beach umbrella, and Mike headed for the freezing-cold ocean like a crazy person.

Rama: That bed was killing my back, so I moved to the couch.
Buddy: It reminds him of home.

One of the reasons we go to North Carolina, besides the ocean and the barbeque: hush puppies.

Rama: I've come up with the solution for all of LA's traffic problems: jughandles.

Sunrise from our bathroom window.

The next time you see Rama, ask him about the night he converted the Sunset Bar and Grill to the Religion of New Jersey* with his rendition of "Thunder Road."

*The Cult of Bruce Springsteen, of course.