by Wendy
Not all trips go the way you want. Some trips aren’t even that fun. Be appropriately suspicious of those who tell you otherwise, and of whatever they’re selling.
Everyone has a vacation or day off from work that isn’t up to par. You live through it and move on. You try to find something to enjoy, to joke about. I present to you: Statistics from a Rainy Beach Weekend.
Number of suns in the weekend forecast four days prior to the trip: 2
Number of suns replaced with rain clouds in the weekend forecast three days prior to the trip, when it was too late to cancel reservations: 2
Number of hours driven to Dewey Beach, Delaware from DC during a stormy rush hour: 4 1/2
Time the hotel’s adjoining restaurant closed on a Friday night because of the weather: 9:30pm
Times the television in the hotel room stopped working because of the weather: 2
Time spent on the beach: about 15 minutes. Red flag of course, and it was so windy the sand stung our skin.
Number of useless, practically transparent curtains in our room: 1
Number of air conditioners with a whistling noise in our room: 1
Number of grains of sand left in the shower from previous occupants: let’s just say a lot
Ratio of decaffinated coffee packs to caffinated coffee packs in the hotel room: 2 to 0, so cruel
Number of times we said, “we should have cancelled”: around 10
Delicious lunches enjoyed: 1 at Dewey Beer Co. We went to this restaurant last year and at least it was good as we remembered, even if the hotel wasn’t.
Movies watched on tv: 2. Goodfellas and Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. We’d probably seen each 4 or 5 times before, still entertaining.
Number of flies in our room: 1 quite vain insect, just wanted to hang out by the full length mirror.
Number of books read: 2. I read “The Man of Feeling” by Javier Marias and Jack read “Life After Life” by Kate Atkinson
Bottles of wine drank during the weekend: 3
Bags of chips consumed: 2
Number of times we had chips and dip for dinner, while quoting David Puddy from Seinfeld “Why is it only a snack, why can’t it be a meal?”: 1
Final score of 500 rummy card game: I threw the score sheet away, but Jack beat me by at least 200 points
Delicious breakfasts enjoyed: 1 at Rosenfeld’s Jewish Delicatessen, where we stopped on our drive home. Which was of course a gorgeous sunny day.
Number of posts about this weekend: thank God, just this one.