I realized that I never reported back on my time at the beach a couple of weeks ago. And based on recent events, I think we could all use a little light fun beach time, yes? Ok then . . .
This was what I was viewing as I began my drive to the beach to join my family, already in progress since that morning. Don’t worry, I didn’t eat all of this stuff. Just the Ruffles and about 2/3 of the M&Ms.
This was my view the next morning when my lovely husband, knowing how desperately I needed some relaxation time, told me to sleep in and then take a bath, while he took the kids to the pool. And, if after that, you still have any doubt as to his wonderfulness, I present Exhibit B: he went to the lobby of the hotel and bought me TWO large lattes (and a cupcake). Per him, “I just didn’t think one would be enough!” God love that man.
This was the view from our hotel room balcony. Note the fun kid’s pool and also the adult pool, with a swim up bar. Yeah, now this was a vacation.
Unfortunately, we only stayed at that lovely hotel for two days, and then we had to move all of our stuff about 100 streets up the highway to the condo we were renting for the week. It was very hot that day. And my A/C was broken. I drove up and down that very long street and packed and unpacked my car about 6 times that day. Not very relaxing or fun. Where is my bathtub again? Oh, that’s right . . . back at the hotel. Bummer.
As per the norm with us, the condo we rented had some interesting accoutrements. There were two walls full of paintings going up to the top level, and a painting on almost every other wall of the house as well. I found it interesting that the artist was able to capture exactly how I would look on the beach in a bikini without ever having seen me. Now that’s talent!
This was some sort of crazy, flying, magic mirror holding, green mermaid thing. I see Nemo, I see Dory, I see Ariel . . .
This was my actual view of the beach. Not bad. Ignore the bright white knees. They got a touch less flourescent while I was there.
Apparently, there was some sort of theme on the beach this year of which I was previously unaware . . . matching swimsuits!
FIREWORKS!! Because . . . yeah, do you really ever need a reason for fireworks? Exactly.
On the boardwalk, I found this little ditty. Yeah, as if I’m not going to have to try the fried cheesecake! I mean, have you met me?
Apparently, this is what happens when you put hot gooey liquid batter inside a fried dough shell and then try to take a bite. Cheesecake explosion!! It was a delicious explosion, at least.
Much better than the original meaning, for sure. Gotta love a place that has a tip jar with a sense of humor.
This was the start of our annual family shenanigans night out as we were approaching the bar. There weren’t really all that many shenanigans this year to be honest, but as we were headed towards the bar, we did pass this sign, and thus late night shenanigans were planned . . .
That’s right . . . we were gonna steal the “west.” Last year ended with a letter theft on a neighboring sign that transformed it from “We make custom shirts” to “We make custom shit.” Good times. So, we would be altering yet another sign after achieving maximum drunkenness. Or at least, that was the plan. This was before everyone got tired of hanging out at the bar and paying ridiculous sums for alcohol, and instead decided to go back to our condo, grab some booze, and sit out on the beach under the full moon, and drink the rest of the night away. It was a lovely plan. And a lovely evening to be sitting on the beach with a cocktail in hand. Only problem with that plan, in regards to the sign . . . there are way too many people milling about at midnight to vandalize a sign. Oh well. We’ll just have to envision the beauty this would have been.
The entire time I was at the bar, I had the strange feeling that I was being watched. Spooky . . . . .
Mmmm, beer. The hubs and I went out for dinner one night at this place called The Taphouse. As you might imagine, it had a bajillionty beers on tap. While we were waiting for our table to be ready, we sat at the bar and ordered a sampling of those beers. These were mine, and they were delicious. Oh, and if you think I’m kidding about the bajillionty?
Yeah, seriously. So much goodness.
Remember how I said the hubs was wonderful? Well, it’s not every man who will give you a plastic faux-jewel encrusted mustache shaped mood ring, now is it? Almost as romantic as the day he proposed.
Just because it’s my kids, and they are adorable, and I love this picture of them waiting to get their ride wrist bands. Don’t mind me. Let’s just move along . . .
How about a picture of my niece trying to drown her brother in the pool? Much more exciting, right? Ok, you’re welcome.
BOOBS!! You know, because when I think family friendly train ride around the amusement park, I think girl pirates with huge overflowing knockers and a half-clothed, panty showing, pirate girl tied up on the ground behind her. Fun!
Well, just to give equal time, I figured it would only be fair to show a penis on display as well. So, here you go . . . look closely (I mean, if you’re into that kind of thing). Are you wondering why I have a picture of a lifeguard’s shlong? Well, it was a very rough day on the ocean, causing this lifeguard to be seen numerous times running up and down the beach to help people out in the water. Finally, he figured it was time to address it, so he called everyone on the beach over to his chair, and he told us all about what to do if we got caught in a riptide. At least, I think that’s what he was saying. I was a wee bit distracted by his little friend poking his head out at me and waving hello. So, while I may not know what to do if a riptide gets me, the one thing I do know is that this man has been circumcised. Mazel Tov!
Sadly, after many days of fun and festivities, we finally had to leave the beach (and the boobs and penises) behind. This was our view as we headed out into the sunset. Bye beach! I miss you already. Sniff.