Chesapeake Blue

I can see that there are still some harboring emotions from the Scattergories game, and I feel grateful that my blog can be therapeutic. Speaking of blogs, they seem to be spreading like chicken pox! My brother has a blog, and now Jillsy has a blog. For some reason, I think that my blog has lost some power, but I do think I gain some points for being the only one to talk about nose hair.

Anyways, I thought for those who were actually curious I will give you a run down on the highlights of vacation. I think my memory may be a little foggy by now, because frankly each sunny, beach-filled day runs into the next (I know, it's painful). Also, I apologize to those who really do not care, for this may be mundane.

Hmmmm, where to begin? The drive starts it out. All six of us cramped in a mini van. I had problems sleeping, but Bermes slept the entire time thanks to her all night salsa-a-than with her Latin Lovah. We listened to various forms of radio including talk, Bob and Tom (I swear ta God we did), Phish and a lot of classic rock. I am not sure if Bermes was disturbed or amazed at the amount of classic rock that we listened to, but I knew that it was just the beginning.

We stopped in Charlottesville, VA, and went into downtown. I was frantically looking around for Dave Matthews, in case he was planning to make a surprise visit and give a free concert just for fun. I never saw him, but we did eat at Miller's where he met his bandmates .

We ended up getting to the Outerbanks wicked late, and it was raining, so I was kind of cranky. We made a pit stop at Wal-Mart and got assorted items such as film, straw hats, underwear and a postcard. After the first day of rain it never rained again, which is very amazing. (I am kind of getting bored with this, so I am going to speed it up).

So, basically, the rest of the week was sunny and we sat on the beach, swam in the ocean, played games, drank beer, ate lots of food. That is pretty much it. This year there seemed to be a lot more wildlife around. There were crabs everywhere on the beach, and there was a dead seagull that resided behind us for most of the vacation. When you got up close to the dead bird, it's neck, head and wings were all akimbo like a cartoon character. I checked on it periodically to see how it was doing. Bermes and I even had theories on how it got there. I thought that while flying away from a mean seagull, he misjudged his altitude and ran smack into the sea dune. Bermes' theory was better. She imagined little Gully getting stuck in a child's kite strings, and after flailing around in it for a good 20 minutes, did a perfect swan dive into the beach below. One day, I asked my lifeguard friend to run it over with his 4-wheeler. I thought it would have been cool, man. Looking back, I realize that it wouldn't have been cool, and I am glad that my lifeguard friend has better judgment than I.

I read my obligatory vacation book ... a sappy, fast-paced romance novel, that I found in the house. Robby kept talking about some crazy ass book with charts and graphs about global warming, or the lack thereof. I don't know. He tried to convince everyone to read it, but I thought I would stick to "Chesapeake Blue," thank you very much.

I am sure that I left out a lot of memorable moments, but I don't want to bore everyone and lose my readership to Robby or Jillsy's blog. Check you all later.