be a *likeable* pig, and still live happily ever after. some moral!

So, this weekend I went to Dewey Beach with V and stayed for free at a cute little beach house that his mom rented like 10 steps from the beach. First I want to state the obvious-- its so much nicer having a place to stay at the beach rather then going for the day! The two major benefits were PARKING and SHOWER. The negatives were TV and SLEEPING ON BUNKBEDS. haha.

sexy legs - keep up that running!
Anyway, it was fun and pretty chill. When we left on Saturday morning, it was under a blanket of torrential rainfall, so strong that the Beemer was barely able to retain its grip on the road. We almost turned around... but then just said, 'screw it' and kept going, making jokes about how parking and traffic would be pretty good at the beach because what kind of idiots go to the beach in this weather!! ha.

Incredibly, as we approached our destination, we could see the end of the storm clouds in a distinctly drawn line, with clear blue skies ahead over the beach. As Jake said, 'the laws of physics don't apply'. :)

Basically it didn't rain the whole weekend. It was warm and sunny and perfect beach weather. No one ate a drop of meat all weekend, which was a double bonus, even if it was just random. Also, it wasn't weird at all, V hanging out with the kids, playing football with them and his little brother Christopher on the beach, frolicking in the water with the inflatable raft that obviously wasn't made for adult use (we found out the hard way!) There were disgusting little white crabs swimming with us, and piles of tiny white crab body parts floating around in the water, so I had to practice a bit of self-delusion and just try to imagine an alternate reality. Mostly it worked, except when Cody would say, "there's a crab crawling in your hair!!! just kiddin" or V would throw me into a pile of them, to everyone else's delight!! Blech.

All in all it was good, despite the self-inflicted drama of the previous evening, and the guilt at the thought that I have never gone to the beach with my own mother...

resemblance?
In other news, If you love comedies like Old School and Dodgeball, (which both happen to have the illustrious VINCE VAUGHN in them), but don't like their grating and overly-puerile counterparts such as Meet the Parents, GO SEE WEDDING CRASHERS! I love V.V. maybe that's why I am dating him.