Beach Trip
I went to Rehoboth two weekends ago and had a wonderful time, despite a 9 mile back up on Rt. 50 on the way there, and a 6 mile back-up on 404 on the way home. The weather was incredible, the house was beautiful and the Grotto Pizza, as always, was delicious. I met a friend for drinks last night and as I was catching him up on my lame-assed existence, I retold the tales from my Rehoboth trip. Did I mention I went to Rehoboth with my family? Four adults, four kids (all under 3) and the Gay Caballero. Even though I am no Mary Poppins, as I said above, it was wonderful. Early morning walks on the beach building castles, drinking Coronas with lime on the deck watching the sun set and spotty cell service, meaning I turned the CrackBerry off completely.
Despite being happy for me about escaping for a few days out of the DC swamp, my friend immediately asked the stereo-typical questions I guess 99% of all gay Rehoboth beach goers ask: Who did I see at the Blue Moon (happy hour, of course), who did I dance with at Cloud 9 and how long was I lying face down, spread eagle at Poodle Beach each day? First of all, I am a gentleman and a gaucho, so therefore would never be lying face down spread eagle on any beach. Secondly, I have two left feet and no rhythm and my friend knows that, so there would not have been any dancing on my part at least, without 50 cocktails. Finally, when did I get lumped in with all of the other gay tourists in Rehomo? I think he was somewhat disappointed that I did not show up at Blue Moon happy hour at 5:01, danced to Cascada at Cloud 9 and he was really disappointed I never even made on to the boardwalk, let alone to Poodle Beach. Not ever a Thrasher's fry grace my lips. He's not the first person to act this way. I got my hair cut last week and when I mentioned to my stylist that I had just been in Rehoboth, he immediately asked me who I saw. I mean seriously, I already have to see and deal with all half of the gay guys here in DC...why would I want to bother with them ocean side, especially since sandy shorts makes me a bitch?
Despite being happy for me about escaping for a few days out of the DC swamp, my friend immediately asked the stereo-typical questions I guess 99% of all gay Rehoboth beach goers ask: Who did I see at the Blue Moon (happy hour, of course), who did I dance with at Cloud 9 and how long was I lying face down, spread eagle at Poodle Beach each day? First of all, I am a gentleman and a gaucho, so therefore would never be lying face down spread eagle on any beach. Secondly, I have two left feet and no rhythm and my friend knows that, so there would not have been any dancing on my part at least, without 50 cocktails. Finally, when did I get lumped in with all of the other gay tourists in Rehomo? I think he was somewhat disappointed that I did not show up at Blue Moon happy hour at 5:01, danced to Cascada at Cloud 9 and he was really disappointed I never even made on to the boardwalk, let alone to Poodle Beach. Not ever a Thrasher's fry grace my lips. He's not the first person to act this way. I got my hair cut last week and when I mentioned to my stylist that I had just been in Rehoboth, he immediately asked me who I saw. I mean seriously, I already have to see and deal with all half of the gay guys here in DC...why would I want to bother with them ocean side, especially since sandy shorts makes me a bitch?
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