The trip was great! Apart from my chaffing… The kids had a blast. They loved the sand and the ocean. Henry must have especially loved the sand, because he ate it by the fist full. His diapers have been rather nice… Not sure how he avoided the sand burn… But, glad he did because that shit is painful.
Our house was GREAT. Big and nice with a little reading nook just for kids and our own little dock off the back onto a little lagoon that Avery called “Crocodile Ocean.” Pa, Daddy and the birthday girl did lots of fishing, and caught a ton of bream… Blue Gills and Shellcrackers (just in case some of you are fishermen and know what that means… I certainly do not.)
We of course drank lots, too. The beach was great in the mornings, full of families and little kids. But by noon, the partying Memorial Day young folks came out in droves. We had lots of fun people watching, one of my all time favorite things to do, and eavesdropping. There was everyone, from the rich girls in their chanel glasses and huge gold hoops, ruffled mini skirts and wedge heels to the raunchy gals with platinum hair in cut off daisy dukes with corona string bikini tops or playboy bunnies plastered on their asses. There were huge muscle-y guys covered in tattoos and little rich boys with their polos with the collars turned up, to frat boys that had long scraggly hair with cut off khaki shorts… They were shoulder to shoulder as far as the eye could see. And boy were they drunk.
There were big tents set up on the beach by sponsors, or the resort or somebody, with all sorts of pools, water gun contests and drinking contests, etc… They were pulling people off the boardwalk (people trying to escape back to one of the 19 resort pools away from the drunken kids) and getting them to funnel beer and do shots. We watched a few good natured old guys give it a try and I was sooo tempted to go up there with the baby in my arms and funnel a beer or two or do a keg stand. That would have been damn hilarious. They were pulling these unsuspecting people up thinking they couldn’t do it. A mom with a babe in arms surely wouldn’t look like someone that could pretty much drink every one of those frat boys under the table. I should have seen if there were prizes.
Anyway, it was great. We do need to adjust our beach trip expectations now, though… Going with kids is a whole new ballgame. I never realized how much we tried to pack in… Beach, pool, shopping, dinner… All in one day. Taking the kids made us slow down and relax a lot more, which is the opposite of what you would think. However, because we had the kids, we didn’t get to go out and eat tons and tons of seafood, which was a huge disappointment. The waits were insane and the kids were ready for bed… They couldn’t wait two hours for a table somewhere. It didn’t occur to us to order food to go and pick it up until the very last night… After we had eaten pizza. We actually ate fast food TWICE. At the beach. And, just to be funny, ordered a BK Big Fish. It wasn’t too funny when we got home and that was all we had to eat…
Oh well, we’ll know next time and we still had an amazing trip. Avery said her favorite part was playing in the waves. The waves looked like small tsunamis the whole time and the water was extremely rough, so she had to put on her life vest bathing suit combo thing when she went out, and Daddy had a firm grip on her… But the weather was perfect. Ahhh… I did NOT want to come home. Although, I wouldn’t have lasted too much longer with no internet. Even if I was living large on the beach.