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beach report
Aug. 15th, 2010 08:59 amYesterday involved a somewhat surreal breakfast at the inn of waffles (they had gluten-free for me) with strawberries, blueberries, vanilla icecream and big fucking American flagtoothpics right in the middle of it. I'm nearly certain it was in honor of V-J day, and isn't that a little awkward? At the moment, I'm waiting for Patty to wake up to see what today will bring.
Then we went down to the beach, where it was fairly chilly and the water was extremely rough, but Patty went down to play in iy while I read porny fanfic on my phone. For a while there were two women sitting near us discussing The Kids Are All Right which they liked but thought any and all sexual activity between the lesbians that occurred was "unnecessary to the story" and the "graphic porn with the gay men was really confusing." Sounds like my type of movie. On Twitter, I mentioned that Patty and I were tempted to make out out of spite. This story is more amusing than the woman in the perfectly clean bathrooms at the beach admonishing her eight-year-old child to never, ever sit on a public toilet seat lest she get diseases. The Jersey shore can be so dark ages.
Later we went and got Mexican food to go from this super divey place that we took back to eat on the room balcony. Next-door to it was an Italian ice place called The Ice Hut, and the teen boy that worked there and his girlfriend were fucking off between customers by blasting awesome 80s music on their iPod + doc and dancing around like fools.
"They must think they are so cool and all retro," Patty said.
"They are so cool. And I bet they're shagging in the ice shack thingy when no one is around."
They looked all embarrassed when we went to get the ices and turned down the music, as if we wouldn't understand.
For dinner we went to a restaurant in town (a three mile walk round-trip from where we're staying -- there are way fewer walkable food choices here than in Ocean Grove/Asbury Park) that turned out to be quite nice and the only signs of life anywhere after dark other than the ice cream store named The Blarney Cone. Yeah, really. Friday we had a great meal at this place called The Mill that turned into this local nightclub after dark which was surreal for both the level of desperation involved and the age spread -- we only saw that very briefly, as we left, since sitting down to eat at 8:30 make you quite nearly, always, the last people to finish dinner around here.
So soon, inn breakfast, packing up to check out, then hoping they will hold our luggage so we can spend the day on the beach again.
Then we went down to the beach, where it was fairly chilly and the water was extremely rough, but Patty went down to play in iy while I read porny fanfic on my phone. For a while there were two women sitting near us discussing The Kids Are All Right which they liked but thought any and all sexual activity between the lesbians that occurred was "unnecessary to the story" and the "graphic porn with the gay men was really confusing." Sounds like my type of movie. On Twitter, I mentioned that Patty and I were tempted to make out out of spite. This story is more amusing than the woman in the perfectly clean bathrooms at the beach admonishing her eight-year-old child to never, ever sit on a public toilet seat lest she get diseases. The Jersey shore can be so dark ages.
Later we went and got Mexican food to go from this super divey place that we took back to eat on the room balcony. Next-door to it was an Italian ice place called The Ice Hut, and the teen boy that worked there and his girlfriend were fucking off between customers by blasting awesome 80s music on their iPod + doc and dancing around like fools.
"They must think they are so cool and all retro," Patty said.
"They are so cool. And I bet they're shagging in the ice shack thingy when no one is around."
They looked all embarrassed when we went to get the ices and turned down the music, as if we wouldn't understand.
For dinner we went to a restaurant in town (a three mile walk round-trip from where we're staying -- there are way fewer walkable food choices here than in Ocean Grove/Asbury Park) that turned out to be quite nice and the only signs of life anywhere after dark other than the ice cream store named The Blarney Cone. Yeah, really. Friday we had a great meal at this place called The Mill that turned into this local nightclub after dark which was surreal for both the level of desperation involved and the age spread -- we only saw that very briefly, as we left, since sitting down to eat at 8:30 make you quite nearly, always, the last people to finish dinner around here.
So soon, inn breakfast, packing up to check out, then hoping they will hold our luggage so we can spend the day on the beach again.
