Day three at the beach, and I still have not come within a half mile of the water. There just hasn’t been time, what with all the shopping, dining, sightseeing and catching up on our “other” lives. Our morning coffee alone takes at least three hours.
We have traveled up and down Beach Blvd. checking out the various gathering spots. Yesterday we bought lottery tickets pledging that if any one of us should win, we will share equally.
Seven girls traveling in the same vehicle isn’t easy, particularly when we’re all talking at once. We’ve been inseparable for 72 straight hours, and a fight was inevitable.
Sure nuff, Beth and Marie got in a skirmish in the “cement pond.”
Exhausted and in no mood to put on our party faces, we decided to stay in for dinner. We cooked to the tune of the sound track of of our early lives capping off the perfect day. We had steamed shrimp, boiled potatoes and something called silver queen corn which was tender and sweet.
We’ve spent many hours stuffed into an expedition, maybe today we’ll venture out to the water.