Beach People Problems

I know the 6 day hiatus between posts is probably killing some of my fans but I am back now for a week and then I get to spend another week down the shore. I spent the last week down in Ocean City, Maryland which I think is accurately described as Sea Isle on steroids. The whole atmosphere is just juiced up down there. Naturally the week we picked to go down was senior week and there were loads of young girls walking around, which is a great if you are a high school senior but I’m 27 now. I think most girls who are 17 just consider you a creep when you get to be 27. We were making jokes about things from the 90’s that would pass for a relevant ID check. One girl didn’t know what Seinfeld was which just blew my mind. Do you know who Gordon Bombay is was another funny.

I’m not really going to go into a day by day account of what I did because I just don’t feel like explaining what I did for 6 days of nothing. The title of this post is going to be my theme. I also want to point out if you know me you know I’m not racist and I’m just trying to be funny. If you get offended you can give me a dead arm next time you see me. Basically my week consisted of beach people problems. My red cup that contained my beer kept getting sand in it. My beer was pouring out with way too much foam on the beach. It was 100 degrees on the beach instead of 90. The water on the beach is a couple of degrees too cold. My sun burn is itchy. The bars are too far apart. You get the idea. The weather for the week was perfect and there wasn’t one day I didn’t get to the beach. I also prevented becoming a lobster this year because I used sun screen smartly.

I also came home a day early which seems ludicrous I know but I was finished after 5 days of partying. I went on a stretch on Thursday of 14 straight hours of drinking beers. I would guess I consumed about a case of beer by myself, probably more. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’m a quitter. I was partied out and I left for my health. I’ve hardly ate anything today and I have to assume that’s my body working off the thousands of empty calories I put into it. But I survived without any incident with coastal highway or any injuries. Things went to plan and I have no complaints. I was even made a rookie of the fun police with my strong stand on why people should swim in front of the life guards and why you need to look both ways 100 times crossing coastal highway. I might go into some more detail later but I’m tired right now.

By |2011-06-10T23:53:14-04:00June 10th, 2011|My Life|0 Comments

OCMD

I haven’t wrote anything in a few days because I was in Ocean City, Maryland on a vacation. If you’ve never been, they have a road called coastal hwy that is the major means of transportation throughout the town. Drunk people and coastal hwy go together like oil and water so understand my concern when I saw this. I did however make it through the week with no problems aside from some bike cops directing me home one night which was honestly the funniest conversations you could imagine.
“Where do you live?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well how are you gonna get back?”
“Uhhhhh….”

Aside from that night though everything else was pretty entertaining. When I tell you we destroyed happy hours please understand I’m not messing around. We racked up some bar bills that were pretty astronomical off of prices that really weren’t too expensive. I was up and down all week between passing out and recovering and then repeating. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson but I was pretty much under control the entire time. The one night I got two numbers one of which was from a Russian girl who gave me about 5 digits too many. The other girl was instigated by Steve to give me the rejection hotline which was funnier once I realized what happened, but not so funny getting owned like that.
The one night I somehow wound up with a henna tattoo of a cat’s butt? on the back of my neck. All I really remember about that was the person doing kept telling me to hold still and that really wasn’t something I was capable of doing at the time so you can guess how it turned out. I could try to go through a couple more of the nights but they honestly all blur together.

I actually found OCMD nicer than the Jersey shore but a long shot. The people seemed genuinely nicer and I thought the bar scene was better too. Seacrets is obviously an awesome bar with eye candy galore. They usually had about 3 live bands each night and I can’t even guess capacity but it blows Manayunk out of the water. I also can’t remember how much each beer was but I don’t think it was $5.75 per Coors light like the Princeton in Avalon. I also introduced the crowd that I went down with to the fan favorite drink of the Mind Eraser which I don’t think anyone was too pleased with. It was a nice change of pace to hang out with people that I haven’t seen in years and try to duplicate the debauchery of college. I’m pretty sure everyone will agree to the point that the drinking level didn’t disappoint. Personally though, these two weeks put me on my ass. I literally couldn’t move yesterday and I’m still feeling the effects today. I know the people in Sea Isle who were expecting to see me are wondering what happened but I physically can’t have fun feeling like this and need a break from it all. So I’m pretty much just sitting here by myself watching TV and couldn’t be happier.

Just some memorable events from the weekend to document. The trash can lid to Steve’s eye kicked off the weekend. I actually didn’t witness this but apparently the reaction time of Steve’s catlike reflexes were a bit delayed. I don’t think it “ruined the week” like originally thought. Gerald getting rowdy after the Mackey’s happy hour and Sam’s fascination with the bar Fagers. Jimmy getting an hj in a room with bunkbeds was an unusual move. Constant icing going on was actually way more entertaining than I expected to be. I actually don’t think the drink is that bad after doing about 3 or 4 of them throughout the week. I thought the beach in general dominates NJ and it’s not even close because of the “whitesand” and obviously superior waves.

Sometimes I felt guilty for taking a couple weeks off to enjoy myself and spending more cash on alcohol than homeless people could spend on food for probably a few months. But weeks like this, with weather like this, are how you enjoy some of life’s finer moments. I had a great time these past two weeks and have many memories that I can’t remember. I think I’ve proven that I’m up for good times and if you are ever looking for someone to hang out with whose self respect gets thrown out the window on vacation, give me a call (even though I probably won’t pick up).

By |2010-08-11T15:49:24-04:00July 4th, 2010|My Life|1 Comment

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