We got there pretty early, and it wasn't too croweded. A very nice lady helped us get settled, and we started on the putting green before moving to the driving range. Uncle Ray is full of golf knowledge, and also tips on how to be cheap. For instance, did you know you shouldn't ever buy new golf balls? They're always lying around golf courses to be taken, just like toilet paper. (To be fair, he was talking about used golf balls you can get in the shop, and not used toilet paper. I hope.)
Then, we went to the actual course. I discovered that I played really well when he told people that I was new to the sport. Not so much when there was no one around, though. And then it got really hot and we both started to suck.
After 9 holes, we headed back to Bethany, stopping at Wawa to get a drink, because it was wretchedly hot.
After 9 holes, we headed back to Bethany, stopping at Wawa to get a drink, because it was wretchedly hot. After cooling off, we headed down to the beach. Everyone else had been there all day, so they had gotten some really nice beach hair, as demonstrated by David in this picture.
After beach time, we showered and headed over to Uncle Fred's to pick up him, Aunt Mary Lou, and Michele for dinner.
We headed out to a restaurant in Rehoboth that Aunt Mary Lou wanted to try. It turned out to be a wine bar that featured local food on Thursdays.
The restaurant was really good - I had a ridiculously good prime rib burger, melon sangria, and a glass of red zinfandel. Other meals in our group included Kobe beef strip steak, veal chop, and tile fish. All were very good - others in the group voted this the best restaurant experience of the trip, and while I didn't agree, I did enjoy the place greatly. I'd highly recommend it to anyone in Rehoboth who didn't want to drive to Bethany to go to Bluecoast. Except for one thing - if you happen to get a salt shaker that is clogged, be forewarned that the tops do not screw off. And definitely don't send your great uncle out to the car for pliers to try to make the salt shaker open, because while the salt shaker will definitely open, you will spend the rest of the meal hoping your salted food doesn't have shards of glass in it.
After dinner, we headed back to Uncle Fred's house to hang out for awhile. There was talk of more Polish Horseshoes, but it was too late and dark to play, so we just talked and drank Firefly and lemonade. And I got divebombed by a cicada as I was leaving...the stupid thing got to second base with me, and chirped happily as I swatted him away. Stupid bug.
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