We spent the weekend in Ocean City. By day she's a mild mannered city lady, all warm sun, and families eating ice cream on her boardwalk. By night, she's a seamy temptress, flaunting her neon wares. Liquor here. Bad decisions there. She's loud, obnoxious, and purely sinful; a woman on the make.
But Cute Boyfriend and I had a tame weekend. We strolled the boardwalk perusing tiny, tacky shops, laughing knowingly at the 17 & 18 year old's knee deep in senior week revelry. So young.
I was there just nine short years ago- figuring out that messy arena of young adulthood, and sudden, shocking freedom.
Our weekend was sweet, and fun, and as most things with Cute Boyfriend are: simply lovely.
Friday the weather cooperated. We lay out on the warm sand, jumped over, and under cool ocean waves, and enjoyed the general goodness of a day off work spent together.
And then?
Then there was the buffet. A sexy, glorious, evil spread of food. Oh, the snow crab legs. And the cheesecake. My God the cheesecake. I could eat platefuls. We ate until we all but burst with the sheer gluttony of it all.
And then slept in a room noisy with air conditioning, the sky rumbling above us with a thunderous threat of weather to come.
The sun rose on Saturday, but just barely. Humidity sat heavy on everything; an ever present mistress of Maryland summer. So off we went to the outlets, and Cute Boyfriend got himself some new clothes, and shoes, and I oohed and aahed as he loaded my arms down.
It never did totally clear up- that nervous summer weather. So we showered, and went out late for all you can eat crabs, and beer, and a sunset that hung like a painting in the sky.
And when Sunday morning came we ate some breakfast, packed up and headed home. And like I always am, I was sad to say goodbye.
Real life has pressures, demands, alarm clocks, and bills. But vacation asks nothing. Just that you kick up your feet, and stay awhile.
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