Life's a Beach.

Just got back from a weekend getaway to Dewey Beach in Delaware. Although weather had called for storms, we escaped the weekend with a few drops of rain, one hand-war with the ac unit, very little sleep, and stories that will go down with laughter for years to come.

I'd never been to Dewey, but I liked the quaintness. It has a lot of the same amenities and attractions as its counterparts (Ocean City, Virginia Beach)...but, there were fewer people, no boardwalk, and space to hide if you wanted to. We were right near the beach so the 2 minute walk RULED. You can't really do that in a bigger beach scene. There was enough soft sand for people to lay comfortably and we got to see a rather large group/family/pod of dolphins right off the shore. That was totally worth it.

And it makes me have to point out one not-so-tiny AMEN to the land of beach fashion: the board short. God was having a good day when He decided to create the many prints of the board short. It wins hands down over it's rival, the Speedo. You really can't go wrong with a board short...even old-man obnoxious flowers work well in comparison to the banana hammock. It leaves just enough to the imagination, yet accentuates on many a man some areas that deserve a little shout-out. So, to you God, I say THANK YOU for the board short. =) And thank you for accessible distribution as to make the Speedo a no-go for most men.

And who does a tall girl have to kill to get a towel that is long enough for the beach? Eh? What does Shaquille O'Neal or Yao Ming use? Can I get a witness for the sandy shins??

Note to self: Never underestimate the attractiveness of Jeep-blown, alcohol-soaked, chlorinated, salted, sandy, humidified, sunscreened hair. No really, it looked good. =P