Catch A Wave (Day 1) [a.k.a. Like An Old Man Trying To Return Soup At A Deli]

This year's excursion to Bethany Beach commenced early this past Saturday. Someone was not very pleased to see all of the suitcases.


Despite her objections, we set on our way. I rode with my parents; the others all drove separately.


Upon arrival, my cousin Joseph (who was already there with his mother and his sister) helped my dad unload the cars from the top of the car.

Right as we were heading down to the beach, Jeni arrived and we set out to get lunch before sitting down. We went to a cafe on the boardwalk which took forever and served mediocre sandwiches...this is what we get for trying to eat healthily instead of eating fries like we had intended. We did have ice cream afterwards, though, to make up for the boring sandwiches.

After lunch, we headed back to the beach where we met everyone.

The sea was angry that day, my friend. I got knocked down by a wave on my way out of the ocean, and it dropped me at the feet of some old dude. It also knocked my top halfway off.

After dinner, we went back outside to play Polish Horseshoes. You may recall this game from last year. Basically, you balance an empty beer bottle on a ski pole,

and you throw a Frisbee at it in an effort to knock the bottle off and score points.

However, it's very important to avoid cars,

strangers walking cute, fluffy dogs,

and foliage when playing.

It's a very fun game.

After this strenuous activity, David still wanted to go out in Dewey. Unlike last year, when he said this all day and then fell asleep on the couch, we actually did end up going this year. My dad drove us up and dropped us off,

and we started at a bar called The Lighthouse.

I liked this place. They have bands sometimes, but on this evening, they had a deejay who was playing some of David's favorites, like Michael Jackson

and Miley Cyrus.

Next, we went to The Starboard, which was also playing super cool old music (and even broadcast the videos on a screen!) and had a scary mascot,

and Bottle and Cork,

which housed a couple of cover bands, including one I used to go see when Niki lived in Arlington.

After Bottle and Cork, we stopped to get pizza, and then caught a ride home with a very interesting cab driver who gave us his personal cell phone number and told us to call any time we needed a ride. Except for the fact that he complained about people calling him the whole ride to Bethany. And turned off said cell phone in front of us before handing us the number. He was a special guy.