I’m going to the beach for the weekend to celebrate a friend’s 30th and I’m so excited! I haven’t been for three years. I love the beach to itsy bitsy bits. We used to go every summer when I was a kid–first to Rehoboth, then to Wildwood, with a few jaunts to the more isolated Outer Banks beaches. Steve, on the other hand, didn’t do the beach as a kid and doesn’t swim and burns rock lobster red. But he is coming anyway—in fact he’s the one driving through insane bridge traffic–because he likes mini golf and the boardwalk. In fact, he is off right now buying white wine, beach towels, hangover crackers, and sunscreen that I have specified must be the coconuty beach-smelling kind. He is a good guy like that.
So, without further ado:
Pool OR ocean?
Pacific OR Atlantic OR Gulf of Mexico?
Ice cream OR boardwalk fries?
Ferris wheel OR roller coaster OR haunted house?
Crab cakes OR steamed crabs?
Mini golf OR…I can’t even complete the question. Mini golf pwns.
Happy Memorial Day weekend, everyone!