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Today is Pungenday, day 44 in the season of Bureaucracy, 3271.
Random thoughts about the beach trip:
I suspect I enjoyed Rehoboth more than I might've Ocean City anyway, especially since there were far fewer bikers on incredibly loud Harleys cruising the streets. Plus, they have a Lambda Rising outpost.
$160 a night for an Econo Lodge not remotely near the water is a bit much, but not as much as the $279 someone else was paying, which we discovered when checking out as he was pitching a fit at the desk that even though he'd signed the paper with the rate when he got in the night before, it wasn't what his wife was quoted on the phone. (Dude, you sign that paper agreeing to the rate and you're pretty much screwed. And you can't claim that it's the wrong name on the reservation when it's apparently the same as the one on your credit card.)
Outlet mauls were conquered, and the mighty hunters have returned with a car trunk full of swag.
Still making me giggle: the little girl, maybe 5 years old, who said loudly, "Mama, I can't stop dancing!!" in the middle of Frankie Goes to Hollywood's "Relax" as they were playing it in the restaurant. And it was true, she danced around in her chair to the whole thing.
Bacon ice cream. And pumpkin mushroom, and pizza, and hot sauce. And Cialis. (I did not try any of the preceding flavors, the thought was too horrifying. Except for hot sauce, which might've been okay.)
Grotto Pizza definitely owns all of Rehoboth Beach, although they haven't worked up so far as I can tell to owning entire states like Pepsi does. Also, I think there's some rule in the books that you have to be very tall and very attractive to work at (or maybe own) Go Fish!
Lots of dolphins just offshore on Sunday, all of whom seem to have a keenly developed sense of when cameras are put away so that they can resume jumping around.
Not half-bad surf on Friday evening. (Thanks, Ophelia.) Surprisingly little rain, except for very late Saturday night. Next time, budget more time to sit on the beach in the sun, maybe send C. off for go-karts while I nap on the beach.
Neither of us knows off the tops of our heads which countries don't have extradition treaties with the US.
Even taking into account getting on the road after eating a plate of fish and chips and fighting off the resulting food coma, my 2.5 hour drive home Sunday was far less hassle than C.'s 5 hour drive up on Friday. (Yes, we left late in the day and hit rush hour in both DC and Annapolis.) On both occasions, we got to remark on how musically "Alice in Wonderland" by Randell & Schippers is really not so good, but the "WTF???!!???" amusement factor is high enough that the channel doesn't get changed.
Random thoughts about the beach trip:
I suspect I enjoyed Rehoboth more than I might've Ocean City anyway, especially since there were far fewer bikers on incredibly loud Harleys cruising the streets. Plus, they have a Lambda Rising outpost.
$160 a night for an Econo Lodge not remotely near the water is a bit much, but not as much as the $279 someone else was paying, which we discovered when checking out as he was pitching a fit at the desk that even though he'd signed the paper with the rate when he got in the night before, it wasn't what his wife was quoted on the phone. (Dude, you sign that paper agreeing to the rate and you're pretty much screwed. And you can't claim that it's the wrong name on the reservation when it's apparently the same as the one on your credit card.)
Outlet mauls were conquered, and the mighty hunters have returned with a car trunk full of swag.
Still making me giggle: the little girl, maybe 5 years old, who said loudly, "Mama, I can't stop dancing!!" in the middle of Frankie Goes to Hollywood's "Relax" as they were playing it in the restaurant. And it was true, she danced around in her chair to the whole thing.
Bacon ice cream. And pumpkin mushroom, and pizza, and hot sauce. And Cialis. (I did not try any of the preceding flavors, the thought was too horrifying. Except for hot sauce, which might've been okay.)
Grotto Pizza definitely owns all of Rehoboth Beach, although they haven't worked up so far as I can tell to owning entire states like Pepsi does. Also, I think there's some rule in the books that you have to be very tall and very attractive to work at (or maybe own) Go Fish!
Lots of dolphins just offshore on Sunday, all of whom seem to have a keenly developed sense of when cameras are put away so that they can resume jumping around.
Not half-bad surf on Friday evening. (Thanks, Ophelia.) Surprisingly little rain, except for very late Saturday night. Next time, budget more time to sit on the beach in the sun, maybe send C. off for go-karts while I nap on the beach.
Neither of us knows off the tops of our heads which countries don't have extradition treaties with the US.
Even taking into account getting on the road after eating a plate of fish and chips and fighting off the resulting food coma, my 2.5 hour drive home Sunday was far less hassle than C.'s 5 hour drive up on Friday. (Yes, we left late in the day and hit rush hour in both DC and Annapolis.) On both occasions, we got to remark on how musically "Alice in Wonderland" by Randell & Schippers is really not so good, but the "WTF???!!???" amusement factor is high enough that the channel doesn't get changed.