iwas with this lovely girl, drew. as i pulled up to meet her she gave an excited little jump of glee (i fe
el the same when i see her!) and waited a couple minutes for another girl who we weren't sure was coming. during that time we stared down several cars, inspecting them to see if she w
as in it, scaring drivers.
so we left, stopped at wawa
for coffee (for me) and slim jims (for drew). stopped at wawa again for my bladder. finally made it to 8th street in ocean city and drove around forever. pa
rked on 13th, ran to the bathroom again. paid the young boy who was being paid to sit there $5 to be allowed on the beach (rip off!). set up our stuff, ate
food, put on sunscreen, and sat in the sun warming up. we cautiously went out to the water, unsure whether our belongings would be stolen (the
y weren't). we swam for about five minutes because the waves were serious and i kept m
ooning everyone. ate more food, made bracelets (mine was just a bunch of knots in a piece of string), ran to the bathroom again. ate more food, listened to music
(adele, simon & garfunkel, moody blues, tracy chapman - i had my parents' ipod), took naps, got burned (on the top of my foot, a sliver of my ankle, the back
s of my knees, botto
m of my butt, and my chest).
bought fudge, drove to 30th street near drew's beach house. got pulled over by a cop who was following me:
i had a brake light out. seriously? in manheim you get pulled over for going 20 over, not for a brake light. it's common occurrence here to race another vehicle to the closest parking spot, to not stop at stop signs (and even if you do you don't care if another person was there before you), to go 15 over everywhere, and to drive big ol' gas guzzlin' trucks. who gives a rip if your brake light is out?
ocean city policewoman cared. i like policemen; i even confessed that to drew earlier in the day. i don't like policewomen who pull me over for a brake light being out. then i of course didn't have an updated insurance card (i probably threw it out accidentally knowing me - and there's one on its way in the mail as i type). but she "cut me a big break" - i think she didn't want to deal with me and actually thought i had been under the influence of something - because drew didn't know where the beach house was, and i kept flicking my turning signal on and off because she was randomly pointing everywhere :)
after that we went back to the beach, took pictures,
i got my butt wet while taking pictures, ate more, and went on our waybecause we were planning to stop at chic fil a.we left, typed "chic fil a" into the gps, paid an extra toll
to get there, and it wasn't there. there was a mall, so we thought it might be inside. i slipped sweat pants over my wet butt, though may it be noted i still had a wet butt, and we went inside. there was no chic fil a, just a cheap knock off called "chicken now". so we decided reluctantly to get food anyway in case we couldn't find one. we ate and ran (i had to push drew away from her favorite stores), i of course went to the bathroom again, and were on our
way.
a couple exits later we saw a sign for chic fil a. so we took the exit, finally found it, and had our chic fil a. it was wonderful. all we had wanted and more. but by then of course we didn't have time to stop at wawa because we had to get home.
and that was the beach.
