Somehow, I got too busy for Ocean City, Maryland in the last few years. It was time to see what it was all about again! Mel and I decided it was time for a day trip so said I'd invite Cheryl and she said she'd call Vicki. We left Annapolis about an hour too late to avoid Bay Bridge traffic but still managed to secure a free spot on 11th street and be on the beach by noon yesterday. It was sweltering but the water was icy and rough. We devoured ham sandwiches and then did not wait a half an hour to dive into the ocean. I didn't think about work or to-do lists, or anything stressful as foaming, salty waves crashed over, swirled around and knocked my feet from under me. Over and over this beast called the ocean shoved me down and left my bathing suit bottoms full of sand, which was slightly surprising considering how many times they practically fell off surely showing my bare bum to all on the shore. My vacation/beach motto is always, "Who cares? I'm never going to see these people again."
|Sista taking a walk.|
|Mel and Vic in the waves.|
My carb wary conscious allowed me to indulge guilt free in vinegary Thrasher's french-fries. After barely making a dent in our huge bucket we stealthily placed it in the sand and watched a seagull feeding frenzy go down much to our amusement. (Don't worry, there was no one around and no fellow beach go-ers were affected by our charade and we got some fun photos!)
|The sea gull set-up...|
|The Aftermath (and future advertisement for Thrasher's)|
The sun was just setting when we decided it was time to head home. All wishes for the day had been satisfied and I left with a general feeling of well-being. If only for only a day, all was right in my world.
(And Vicki said it best. We would all need to lather, rinse, repeat our sand and suntan lotion soaked hair!)