I just got back from spending a few days at South Bethany Beach (Delaware) with Vicky’s extended family, who had rented two adjacent beach houses. The crowd included her immediate family, her grandma and the families of three of her dad’s brothers. We managed to cram 15 people into our five bedroom house. Stacy (a male friend from high school), Vicky and I shared a bedroom, so it was just like our old high school coed sleepovers. And once again, despite use of massive amounts of sunscreen, I have a tan.
Hey, there was just an ad for a new tv show on ABC called “Ugly Betty” that looks just like a German TV show, “Verliebt in Berlin” (“In love with Berlin”). Ah ha, and with a little research, I find that “Verliebt in Berlin” is based on a Columbian soap opera called “Yo soi Betty la Fea” (“I’m Ugly Betty”), so I guess there is a reason for the resemblance.
Anyways, back to the beach trip: On Saturday, we drove down to Assateague Island, where I spent a few hours before getting a lift home from Vicky’s brother Jay. Friends of Vicky’s sister Caroline were camping out there and were either too stoned or hung over to notice that I had joined the group. When Vicky introduced me, nobody even looked over, although one guy did grunt. We saw three wild horses, one of whom spent about ten minutes trying to bite his way into a tent in a neighboring campsite. According to Vicky, wild horses LOVE Doritos and regularly make campsite raids looking for them.
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It was a multi-day camping trip with 25 people arriving and leaving at different times. Nobody arrived to a bunch of people socializing with them; many arrived to a completely empty camp. And nobody rushed to socialize with anyone real quick when they arrived, because everyone was going to be there for days. Had you stuck around you would have been talked to. Or there is this thing called ‘mingling’…
I wasn’t offended or anything, just making an observation. I didn’t stick around for long due to the fact that there was no shade and, because of my major (and probably slightly irrational) skin cancer phobia, I didn’t want to sit in the sun all day.
Oh yeah, I didn’t read anything into the lack of interest either– but I have found it makes for a good story.
“Hey everyone, this is my friend Christina!”
“Hmr.” (from Wayne)
I think it one of my funnier beach stories. The– “Boy if I lose these glasses, I’m screwed” story seems to have the most traction at the moment. If I have my delivery right, seeing Doug’s bare ass as he got tossed by a wave at 3 AM can snag some chuckles as well.