The three and a half hour drive to Bethany Beach passed quickly with all the talking. Never has a car ride been so enjoyable! And we were not interrupted even once with "Are we there yet?" type questions, requests for snacks, or fist fights.
We actually didn't even make it to the beach house until about 7:30 that evening even though we left Palmyra around 9:30 a.m. The happy reason for this? Outlets! Here is a picture of my new purse (marked down 50%, then 50% more, then 25% more!) I love it.
When we
arrived at the beach house we dumped our purchases, pulled out our liquid supplies and kicked up our feet. You can see in the picture that we may have overestimated our supplies, but at least we wouldn't run dry!We couldn't relax for long, as we were headed to Ocean City, MD to Seacrets, a restaurant/nightclub that had been recommended to us. We had been warned that it was Biker Weekend at Ocean City, and OH WAS IT EVER. We pulled into Seacrets massive parking lot, and we were surrounded by hundreds of Harleys and about twelve sports cars. We parked our Honda Odyssey, slid the doors open, and hurried to separate ourselves from our extremely obvious Symbol of Uncool.
To get into Seacrets, we actually had to wait in line (feeling every inch our lack of tattoos and leather), walk through a metal detector, and finally make our way inside in about 2 inches of sand. The entire place is covered in sand. My lovely new (outlet!) shoes took a beating. Anyway, we were starving by then so we headed to the restaurant area, ate, and chatted for hours. Finally, we took a little tour around Seacrets, found a corner with very few scary looking people and danced! We may be old, but we can still shake our groove thing. Actually, our groove things all shook just a little bit more than they did twenty years ago...
The next day we headed to the beach, had a great Mexican lunch, more shopping (I didn't buy anything this time, Dave, honest!), and a walk on the beach. It was a little too chilly to go in the water, but we enjoyed our walk, especially past the wedding that was being held on the beach. We all decided our next weddings would be beach weddings. (Kidding, honey!)
Unfortunately, after dinner that evening, I had to leave a little early, as Dave was in Germany, and I hated to ask Grandma to give up her whole weekend to babysit the kids. As I drove out of sight, I couldn't help but think how Ellie, Carol, and Laura would wrap up Camp Girlfriend. Here's what I think may have happened:
Carol meets a biker who is a dead ringer for Twilight's Edward. She hops onto the back of his Harley, wraps her arms around his steely abs, and roars around Bethany as the sun sets.
Ellie crashes the beach wedding reception, toasts the happy couple, then befriends and takes the bridesmaids out for some more outlet shopping!
Laura finds a tattoo shop, picks out a tattoo of a minivan with flames painted on its side, and heads back to Seacrets to show all her new biker friends her awesome new artwork.
Well, however it ended, it was an unforgettable weekend. As Robert Louis Stevenson said, "I travel not to go anywhere, but to go." The destination wasn't important (well, except maybe for those outlets), just the fact that we went, and we went with friends we love and had a nice little breather from real life.
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