We went to Sandbridge for Memorial Day weekend. Packed up the Subaru with a stroller, two suit cases, several books, bathing suits, sunscreen, baby beach hats, a video monitor, flip flops, tequila, The 20/20 Experience, a few issues of Entertainment Weekly, and jalapeno cheetos. Also, Jack. Note we did not pack the dog, because a dog is in fact NOT what makes a Subaru a Subaru. It’s the people, people! And the great gas mileage, the smooth ride, and the spacious trunk space. Sidney’s recent escapades precluded her from attending the family beach trip and I did not feel a shred of guilt even when we went for evening walks and everyone in sight was throwing a tennis ball for his dog. Even then I did not feel guilty because the sheer quantity of 90-lb dog waste I have cleaned off of the carpet in the last month has her in the dog house for the next five years – if she makes it that long.
Sandbridge is the happiest place in the world for me, and I think it’s getting to be that way for Mark too. See below:
We should actually still be there – this was the week we had been planning to go with my sister and her family, my brother and his girlfriend, my parents. But since Hannah is on hospitalized bed rest (she can’t walk past her own bathroom, let alone take a trip to Virginia), those plans were obviously detained. We went without the Adams clan so the trip was quite a bit different. Usually it’s straight FUN. Mark, Josh and Kyle (and oftentimes my father) play games in the sun all day every day while Hannah and my mom and I read books and help the kids build drippy sand castles that wash away by morning. We usually drink beer and wine and margaritas all evening and make fish tacos and grilled steaks for dinners, eat doughnuts for breakfast. We all kind of balance each other out, you know, the way family should. We have an unusually incredible time with one another, so much laughing and sunburn and falling asleep watching movies late at night.
The weekend was lovely and relaxing, sweet and nice to be away from land-locked Winston-Salem, but it didn’t feel “right,” which, when it comes right down to it, makes me more happy than anything else because it makes me so terribly thankful for my WHOLE FAMILY my stomach hurts. God willing, we’ll do a make-up trip in the late summer. However, below is some photo documentation of this weekend.