So we headed down to Dewey Beach, DE for the weekend to celebrate my sister’s thirtieth birthday.
We set off, me, my sister and her friend Stacy…
The drive down wasn’t too bad. We talked a lot about our hero, Dr. Tony Russo (he’s a giver AND a doer!) We spotted a bagel riding a surfboard.
WHEEEEEE!
And I got all atingle when we spotted…
Because you know how I love the boytouching.
It was, of course, time to eat when we finally reached Dewey. (Dewey? Yeah, we do!)
Our hotel room (DTRA — Dr. Tony Russo approved….)
Libations…
Um…stain of undetermined origin…
While we were hanging out on our very cool balcony…
We were introduced to our neighbors from a few rooms down. I was amazed at the preparations those boys made to go out for a night of drinking and dancing. Let me tell you, I was thoroughly impressed by the tooth brushing, but the EAR CLEANING!!! DUUUUUDE! A guy who cleans his ears before he goes out is either super duper hygiene-oriented or he really, really wants to make sure he doesn’t miss a word. (Sean Papadopolous, we thought you were FAB.) As we shouted back and forth it became apparent that we were all going to be heading to the same place…that hotbed of debauchery, The Rusty Rudder. This is, apparently, one of “the” hot spots to hit in Dewey.
It was, indeed, DTRA.
So we headed over.
And because it was Whitney’s birthday, we made sure she was given proper homage by all who attended.
Look! Patrick Swayze!!
Me and Sean Papadopolous. Or whoever he is.
You gotta give da luv to a guy who says things like “You can’t wear that. I won’t be able to control myself.” And who wears a St. Florian medallion. And buys beers. (Thanks, though I wasn’t drinking beer!)
LEAGUE OF CHAOS, UNITE!
Mah sisteh is turning THRITY!
At some point in the night, the live band that was playing took a break and some old school techno hit the speakers. And, just like in High School Musical, the crowd parted and formed a circle and…I can’t quite describe it but to say that there was a lot of gyrating and…wriggling…and…harrum. And so we made the birthday girl get in there and shake her groove thing.
BEST PICTURE EVAR.
More stealth photos…(”Cawl me.”)
OH, snap! CAUGHT!! (And btw, it is NOT sanitary to lick strangers, ew.)
Whitney and Stacy shared a bed. I’m just saying.
DAAAAAAAAVE!!!!
When we got back to the hotel it appeared to be on fire, based on the three fire trucks and two ambulances there and all the people milling around outside, so we went for pizza, instead. And then came back and went to bed. We had to step over drunk people in the hall. Yeah.
(As an aside…I drink very, very rarely, and when I do, I don’t really get drunk. I haven’t been what my sister calls “shithammered” in…a long time. I get giggly but I don’t get trashed. I act crazy without the benefit of booze. So while I’d had a couple of drinks that night and I had a really really good time…I was nowhere NEAR having to pass out on the floor in the hallway of a hotel. Or to fall over myself while walking. Or cross the street against the light and flip off the car that almost hit me. Or to urinate in public. Whatever. I’m all for having a good time but I’m not into getting trashed.)
The next day we spent the day on the beach, then went into Rehoboth for dinner…
Then to the Dogfish Head to watch one of our favorite bands play…Hoots and Hellmouth. THIS is what happened the last time I got to see them. (Sadly, I didn’t get to sign Andrew again.)
We were joined by some of Whitney’s friends…
And we watched the show for awhile. This one is especially for Whitney…
And then we headed back to the Rudder for more stealth photography…
She was thirty. I was Dirty.
Did I mention they also shared a bed?
A sighting of the fabled Unican.
“SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN! CLUTCHING YOUR PILLOW TIGHT!”
The group…
Then it was back home for people watching from the balcony. Some dude peed in the bushes below our room. So did some girl. *eye roll*
Though we did get to watch Eddie AKA Sexual Chocolate bust some fine moves in the middle of the street as he and Will AKA Liam were walking home. And we learned that something called Season’s Bites (or something) are the best post-drinking treat. And that Sean AKA “Half Irish and Half Greek” (he wouldn’t say which half was which) might not be cool with putting sunscreen on a buddy but he’ll demand oral favors from one at 1:30 in the morning from a balcony. You know, sort of like Romeo and Juliet but with boys and beers.
Then it was to bed, and up the next day where we hit the shops in Rehoboth before heading home.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SISTER!!!!
M
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